The pressure against the little girl’s temples spiked as light flashed outside, accompanying a boom and a roar.  It made her wince and she tried to block off her power so she wouldn’t See anything.  No vision came, though whether because of her efforts or other undetectable reasons there was no way of knowing.  The singer screamed, a sound of agony and desperation.  A moment of nothing, and she starting fighting with the tubes and such that held her in place, meeting Amuné’s eyes and begging for help.  The younger girl started to respond to the request, but then the woman with the stone arm came forward, and the child retreated again.  To her surprise, the lady helped the trapped girl, pulling her free.  Could she understand the strange words too?  Amuné didn’t know.

Follow them.  The woman said she should, and the girl knew that alone she would be in trouble if she ran into anything bad.  She didn’t trust the woman, with her stone arm that glowed with tracings of obvious magic.  Even if they hadn’t been in the Stone, that wasn’t something you should stay around.  But the singer was good, and Amuné didn’t want to part ways with her.  She hadn’t made up her mind and was still pressed shaking against the wall when the lady retreated from the hole to outside and came closer.  The girl shrank away, but the woman just went passed and headed in the other direction.  Amuné took a ragged breath and pulled away from the rock.  She glanced toward the outside world, but really, would it be any better?  The singer was the only one she could trust right now.

The child followed after the woman with the stone arm at a distance.