Becca spent a few moments like that, head in her hands, contemplating her descent into madness. Eventually, though, another tune joined the first, unceasing melody that had led Becca here, and she glanced up slowly, casting her gaze about for the source of this new melody. A few people (<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="@Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">@Chartreux</a>,<a class="username" data-user-id="2453" data-username="@Zulma" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2453/">@Zulma</a>,<a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey wales" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey wales</a>) were exploring the large, frankly rather majestic tree at the center of the cathedral by now, but the second song came from another.  The redhead soon discovered that the flutist, another young woman (<a class="username" data-user-id="1140" data-username="@Lady Riften" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1140/">@Lady Riften</a>), was surrounded by... small, green creatures, all of which were dancing to her tune. It was, admittedly, a lot for Becca to take in all at once, her hawkish features trapped in an expression of shock, anger, and... the faintest glimmer of curiosity.<br/><br/>For now, though, she crossed her arms over her burgundy jumpsuit. Maybe she'd fallen and hit her head in the forest without realizing it? For all the other inmates she'd met with mental health issues, she'd<i>never</i>heard of delusions like this without at least one illicit substance being involved. Surely she'd wake from this sooner or later.<br/><br/>Discussion of the tree being what continued to emit the first song - the one they all seemed to be able to hear - drew Becca's interest away from the gathering of strange creatures and her own thoughts, and she cast dark hues back toward the trio gathered at the tree's base. A hole in the trunk didn't sound so novel - plenty of trees have holes. Her gaze narrowed, but for now, she stayed where she was, back against the door, looking sullen and fiercely contemplative.