Redhawk Caldera listening to the wind and calling it a melody

Maia was barely close enough to hear a soft singing. Intrigued by it, but a little nervous too, she walked trepidatiously towards the sound that barely drifted from the border.

They sounded a little odd and… tired? If a song could sound tired. Her expression was still full of curiosity when she laid eyes on the stranger who had apparently come up to their boundaries and stopped.

Oh, hello. Umm… did you, or, were you looking for something? It had been a while since they’d had a visitor she didn’t recognize, and it was one of the last things she’d been expecting to encounter today. She blinked, then suddenly remembered her manners. Sorry! This is Brecheliant. My name is Maia.