Alya instinctively flinched at Rilana's icy gaze, it reminded her of Trix, but.. worse. She wanted to explain everything to the Moon Fey, but she had neither the voice nor the time to do so. She nodded submissively as she accepted the set of reigns, looping it around her saddle-horn as she was instructed.

They moved in silence for awhile before a scream of pain echoed out. Alya covered her ears desperately, because it sounded extremely close by due to her hearing. She let loose a few tears as she realized that it was Lyle's voice. [i][color=6ecff6]He's dead isn't he..[/color][/i] She thought as she slowly removed her hands from her ears, giving Echo a small pat on the head to comfort herself. Why did things like this always happen when she was around.. The day she met Echo.. The Mauven festival.. And now. She shook her head as she dismissed the thoughts, something she was good at.

As they approached the cave, she heard what the drow had said. It comforted her a little, as did the big cat's glowing sword. She didn't like the dark, especially when she was alone. But she wasn't alone now, was she? [i][color=6ecff6]It'll be okay.. Rilana is here too.[/color][/i] She calmed herself with such thoughts.

The cave was much colder than outside. Alya's grip on her coat tightened as she felt the chill. Echo snuggled under it as well, since he wasn't used to such cold temperatures.

She heard something.. Singing? Someone was singing in the cave? It was quite elegant, soft.. alluring even. She wanted to know who it was, perhaps a new friend? In this cave..? She shook her head again. This wasn't the place to be making friends. She looked around to figure out the direction of the source, but sudden a breeze blew through the cave. It stopped. She was confused.

Suddenly everyone disappeared. The glowing sword, the drow, Rilana. Gone. The three others who were with her couldn't find a way back. The tune started once more. Coming from the left side in the fork that they encountered. The right had a small blue glow.. it was faint, but it moved about. She wondered if anyone else could hear the song. The song that tugged at her curiosity. Her ram refused to detach from the group, so she dismounted it, Echo following close behind in relative confusion. She picked up the pup, putting him in her coat, allowing his head to pop up where the collar was.

She began to walk down the path of the song. She felt nervous, but also.. relaxed? The song was soft and lovely to listen to. She brought out her flute and began to play a equally soft tune that complimented the song. It calmed her nerves, which was good. However she still didn't know where she was going.