Larksong Grotto Forget the flowers

She was with Reek when the sun began to set, watching as the sky ignited with streaks of gold and orange. She watched the sky idly, wondering just what would be in store for them in the days to come; and then, Reek cast back his head and began to howl. It was a hopeful sound, that voice of his. One by one, voices rose from across the grotto — voices she did not recognize — but they sang in unison, filling the evening air with music, with life, the way the daylight hours were filled with birdsong. Tavi took a deep breath of the fresh, spring air - and then she cast her own skull back, letting loose an ascending note of her own to harmonize with Reek and the others. This was Larksong — this was home.