Moonspear feeling

Maggak listens as if her little life depends on it, ears cupped intently forward in complete fascination. A story of those she will never meet in this life; of something that happened to this land long before she had ever set foot upon it.
The songs! She knew what that meant! Anâmsag sings songs, she crows, a curious flap to her tail that then curls upward over her haunches. I know deese! One of dem. I wanna sing songs too, anaa.
Her feeble attention span then returns to the tale that colors the landscape, and she can see clearly the small hints of what had transpired. She says those among the land of dancing lights have riddles for her, and now the starlet finds herself transfixed on the idea of solving them. How do you solve da riddol?