It was not a sound Simmaeri expected in reply. Piercing, high...small. Stranger and stranger, this whole place.

Her head began to turn, lifting up and searching for a source of the sound. It rang from a height not far from her own, hadn't it? But where––

Something sailed into her line of vision as her head tilted. What was it? What could possibly be so small and so far up? In the north, there were no flying things. Only Gerr.

Perhaps this strange trek would be worthwhile after all.