Garain circled the world, skipping across oceans and fast fields of grain. She skidded to a halt on a small island in the East, music catching her ear. Smiling, Garain headed towards the music, following a twisting dirt path through thick stands of trees. The trees were tall and thin; having few leaves on them. There were flowers growing everywhere and she could hear a waterfall in the near distance. At last she found a young human man playing a pipe made out of reeds. He was situated in a small wooded area near the waterfall. There was a heavy and heady aroma drifting on the wind.
On silent feet Garain ghosted into the clearing and seated herself of the verdant grass. She listened with wonder at the music that this human man made. It was a slow and gentle song, sweet and poignant. Garain drew the music into her body as if it were air, savoring it.
"Who's there?" the man asked, stopping his music. He looked around with clouded eyes. His voice was almost as sweet as the music had been. The man listened to the world around him.
The man took up his pipe again after a few moments and began to play again. Garain hummed a counterpoint, twining her voice with that of the pipe. The man continued to play, listening to the voice that was like none he had ever heard. At the end of the song he removed the pipe from his lips.
"I see," the man said. "Would it please you to hear more Great One?"
Garain smiled. She would come here again.
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