It was a frustratingly simple answer – one Simmaeri herself could give just as easily. Things for her simply were. Speaking, being...But never before had she encountered any so different than she, and she wanted to know.

This little thing spoke with words empty of magical echo. Instead, wholly sound in the air, a music and cadence of strange halts and beginnings. Mysterious. Beautiful.

I have found something indeed, she all but breathed, a faint mist escaping her mouth. What a fascinating something you are! Are you the only of your kind, little Collette?