Aedre was messing with the odd instrument in her hands when she heard Jessie say something about burning. She frowned glancing up to see her friend trying to get some piece of jewelry off her arm. “What it won’t come off?” Aedre asked, confused as to how she got it stuck on her in the first place. A ring would have been understandable, but a bracelet? She didn’t have time to think it through when Kyle screamed and Aedre’s first instinct was to run over to him wide eyed. “Dude, what’s wrong?” she asked concerned, but not connecting that the objects from these pillars were possibly dangerous. She frowned, standing over him as he laid on his back, the thing he’d been messing with apparently locked onto his arm as well. 

“At least this thing can’t lock onto my arm,” Aedre mumbled to herself, looking back to her flute but still frowning. Hesitating but too curious, she fixated her fingers over a few holes that were the most comfortable for her hands to reach, and blew into it. A hollow, unearthly tone filled the area. It was loud but a note so low it blended in with the hum of the forest around them. “Well, that’s pretty I guess,” Aedre said, looking up only to see everyone almost frozen in time. Her eyes widened in fear. “You, you guys? What did I do?” she asked their slowed down forms, taking a few steps back and almost tripping again. Just as she was about to start panicking, the forest sounds sped up again as did the others. “The heck?!” she yelled, frightened and holding the wood instrument out far in front of her, as if it were diseased.