[Caedra is writing furiously, occasionally pausing mid-lyric to mutter to herself and change some of her notation. She has to get this right. These so-called gods have cut her off from her home, her loved ones, and now are bent on poisoning her slowly. If she can make this work, then -
What was that? Did she hear something? Caedra looks up abruptly, eyes scouring her surroundings. No more singing. She's too visible out here. It was peaceful and pleasant but any one of these people could be allied with the creatures who call themselves gods and could warn them of what she's working on.
Hurriedly, she bundles up what she was working on and clutches it tightly to her chest, while she leers out at her surroundings. But there's nothing to be seen.]
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What was that? Did she hear something? Caedra looks up abruptly, eyes scouring her surroundings. No more singing. She's too visible out here. It was peaceful and pleasant but any one of these people could be allied with the creatures who call themselves gods and could warn them of what she's working on.
Hurriedly, she bundles up what she was working on and clutches it tightly to her chest, while she leers out at her surroundings. But there's nothing to be seen.]