You wander into another section of the Forest.
It's silence is disrupted by the flowing notes that sing in the air.
After avoiding some foilage, you come across a young woman sitting
cross-legged on the ground playing what appears to be pan pipes.
Delicate sounds pour out of it that weaves together with a flute.
Not seeing another player in view, you look for the flute player.
There, half-hidden by the bushes is a night tilldrake.
Suprised by the sight of it, you step on dry twigs that snap loudly.
The musuc stops suddenly. The young woman stands up turns to looks at you.
"Oh, hi! I didn't hear anyone nearby, guess I was too busy to notice.
Cuiva, Mirriam, and myself were practicing a new song one of the Sedyrs had wrote.
Yes, there is a third member to our group, I could tell your thoughts by your expression.
Let me call her here to us." At her call a silver tilldrake comes into view.
"Mirriam is rather the accomplished drum player. She has been
practicing ever since she had arrived here after being abandoned.
I believe her drum and sticks are by those leaves over there."
The woman points to where they lie, beyond a birch sapling.
