Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

The shadow was pacing through the trees when the cries met her, dripping over the mountains to collect in the valley like a pool. Many beautiful voices (as well as one rather odd, scream-y one that reminded her of the woman she had met near the lake) swirled through the night air, painting beautiful pictures in the twinkling stars.

The face lifted toward the sky, basked in the silver of the moon. She would not join in the song, but stand completely still, listening with her whole being to the primal melody that connected her to the earth and shook her bones. There was something mystical afoot tonight. Something that even just for a moment, connected the hearts of all those wandering the valley.