Sun Mote Copse Garden of the Hesperides

"No," Wraen shook her head, bursting out in cheerful laughter, that bubbled up from the depths of her throat, tinkled and chimed, when let outside in the world. "Of all the talents the God graced me with at birth, ability to sing was not among them," she explained, finding Sequoia's false assumption that she had musical abilities endearing. 

"But I enjoy listening to those, who can," she added, though in her life it had been one, maybe two people. And a half, if you count Ibis, though she had never found out, whether the girl had pursued music later in life after showing an early promise in the field.