The journey was a long and arduous one to the siren of silver tongues, yet she held no doubt upon her guides direction, for she had assumed the fae had traversed these parts many a time and as the soothing song of the waters collapse, Sekhemet began to wonder what landscape sprawled its borders upon these lands, how soothing its steady thrum sounded to her auds as she flicked an ear oh so slightly as if in welcome to the earthly sounds of aqua and its basin "The Hidden Falls is there," the sweet fae had said, and the words of the location filled the siren’s thoughts with many wonders of natural beauty, ‘what a secretive name.’ she pondered with wonder upon her pale gaze ‘to think of such wonders that reside there.’ And with childish excitement she tossed forth her time in thought of the location. Yet as sure as the whispering winds seasons change did take place, Sekhmet was almost certain she had arrived upon the lands upon Frostfall’s end so in turn as the months became so much more warming to the soul and newfound avian rung forward its sweet call, the siren only assumed it was the season of Birdsong.


An oh what a lovely season it was, the season of new life, awakening. And as days passed the star swathed skies cast forth such a lovely night light to the woman snake and although the evenings called forth such a sleepy state of rest Sekhmet so often wondered upon the deeper meanings of all she had seen and heard, the darker theories would so often blunder through her thoughts too and she of course indulged these shaded thoughts with a light smirk upon her features and a malicious glint upon her pastel eye. Yet across the vast tundra, as far as north could go (in the siren’s thoughts anyhow), they arrived upon the location. An entrance hidden and mysterious, piking almost instantaneously the curiosity of the woman and as she pondered further on the shrouded destination she heard the others voice ring forth. "Welcome home," A light smile adorned Sekhmet’s pale features as she dipped her head in gratitude and with tones that ran like wet satin she ushered forth “Why thank you dearest fae, your company has been most pleasing~”.


And so stood forth sentinels of impressive stature, Sekhmet’s gaze so curiously flitted from one to the other and with a tilt of her head it almost seemed her curiosities where satisfied. "An Engineer in our ranks created these to protect us from the outside," The siren had never seen such thing used as a defense mechanism before, let alone even think that such beings of vast proportion could be fashioned to be a functioning attack drone. Fluttering forth her lashes it shocked the siren so to think of the poof unfortunate soul whom would face off against such creatures and in that moment she felt almost a pang of sympathy to the receiving end of the robotic beings. Yet she responded with a simple yet honeyed; “An engineer? What skill!” and awaited the further word which came after "I have heard them make a siren noise once, but otherwise, they stand guard." Sekhmet was still uncertain upon the sentinels yet she thought no further upon them, at least she would sleep a little safer. “Oh. How curious!” being the only words she uttered forth on butterfly tones.


She was finally guided towards the Basin, enclosed by mountainous shroud only pierced by the small form of the slender entrance and upon the whole, the siren fell almost entranced upon the land in its beauty as she felt as if coming here was truly the greatest thing she could have done "The caves are around the edges - you may choose any empty one to be your own." The other spoke forth and in turn Sekhmet felt a smile once more take forge upon her usually reserved of expressions. Her thawing gaze following that of the silver tainted dragon whom chased forth towards the waters gulf. “How hospitable of you, thank you very much darling fae.” Yet through the calm of her response she felt almost in debt to the kindness of the other, her excitement muffled by the mask of serenity and grace from which she held so dear upon her demeanor.

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