A dawn of a new day, a visage of flame and steel so far that it seemed as if it never even were, to begin with. Such surreal was the experience, now so fleeting as a dream in the distance. So, among the morning dew, the magia sat on the grass and stone, legs dangling over the edge of a cliffside below which a small hamlet nested, waking from a restless night. Her own figure, draped in leathers, fiddles with something between its fingers. A small box, each tweak allowing it to let out a melody resonating with the girl's voice. Perhaps it was simply the melancholic sight presented to her, but something within her heart compelled her to let that melody out once more.
It did not even matter whether there would be anyone to hear it. However, she knew... that there was one who would be guided by it. Even if it was not meant for humans, it was the voice that sang that gave it all the more meaning. Joined by the chirping of birds hopping around the branches of a forest that stretched right behind her, she took in the fresh breeze and leaned back a bit. There was but one thing on her mind... What a beautiful reason to remain here.
