Swiftcurrent Creek Jai Guru Deva om

The moment Lennon turned his head around, Xahi melted a bit. His question was one that Xahi was surprised by. Did people not like to sing in some places? 
     Xahi looked at the stream, taking a hesitant breath before making a decision. The girl let out a pure high note, solid and unwavering, before gradually sliding her voice to a lower, warmer note. ”I know a woman...a woman of the moon...we will join her...we will join her soon... life is short, so don’t waste your time...laying in The Valley when you could be making the climb.”  Xahi had not sung in a long, long time. It was just as warming as she remembered.
     Although the woman felt her song was not nearly as beautiful as Lennon’s, she was proud of herself for having the confidence to share. “You have a beautiful voice,” she commented, her gaze still directed at the current. After having sung her song, Xahi was flooded with nostalgia.