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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And so came forth another, draped in darkest shroud and horned in ebony. Sekhmet merely raised a brow as he ushered ever nearer and as he spoke to the sweet fae beside her she merely flung forth a bitter smile as she awaited addressing, she then watched in motionless silence as the males gaze flittered over her before meeting her features and Sekhemt felt uncomfortable upon the moment, as if he was to discover the falsities she so often pushed forth. Raising a brow she heard the other cast forth an introduction she had long expected. "I don't believe we've met. I am Torleik, the Basin General," Somehow the males place in this herd almost seemed fitting and upon chasing away the sneer that so desperately wanted to urge forth upon her vocals she responded simply with a voice that seemed more blunt than silk worn “That’s riveting dear.” Her mind temporarily faded to other things as she lay in ponder, then she realised how uninterested her quick remark truly was and amended them with an apologetic look “It 'is' lovely to meet you dear, it truly is.”

She wasn’t sure what plummeted her mood so suddenly yet she could help but notice how forced her responses had become. She used to be such an open minded little snake whom would ponder forth with starlit gaze and burning spirit, yet over years wither she had become such a reserved and honeyed siren of tender tongue and serpents gleam. She was potentially dangerous and although she knew she should have felt afraid of such a thing, she relished in it. Yet the seasons where still young, the past was merely awash with a shallow mess of memories from which she tossed further back into the oceans of her thought. She was in a new home now and she would behave for as long as she could for the fear of providences grasp and the unknown’s hallowed song frightened her far more than any predator or beast of undesirable mention.


She turned her attentions towards Orphelia, of whom she had decided she could not hold negativity for, seeming the little crimson streaked fae came to the trouble to bring her hear, lest Sekhmet wondered if deaths tug truly would have raked forth its skinless grasp. "Torleik, this is Sekhmet," her auds pricked ever so slightly upon the mention of her name, as she lightly dipped her head towards the male "I brought her here from the Threshold." The siren cast forth a smile of fire and honey and spoke forth on vocals much more like the façade she so loved to cast forth “And how very grateful I am that you did dearest fae.” Yet upon this time, she meant her words. However she knew this would be a rarity upon the opalescent hues that so often where cast forth so lavishly from her vocals. She then picked up a sort of sense from the woman, a sense of awkward motion which was only broken by her speech once more. "I was just about to invite her to explore the land - her new home." Sekhmet nodded lightly, returning once more an exhalted gaze to the male as she cast forth her vocals lightly yet deep within the sound there was a darker sense, a poisonous taint that seemed to gloss every deeper motion her words cast “I hope there will not be a problem with such a thing.”

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