Aqua Vitae had awakened to an explosion off to somewhere to the right. The ground hardly shook from the depth she was in, but the earth still rumbled. They were still fighting, damn them. After taking the barest sip of water, she was about to leave when she saw her flute, lying where she had slept. She thought about leaving it, then thought better of it. Hiding it in her sleeve, she crawled out of her home and into the desolation of war. Choosing a route that went around the angels and demons, she walked carefully and silently until she heard something.<br/><br/>It sounded long and sorrowful. Her heart constricted at the sound of it, and she found herself getting closer and closer to it. She saw the player, a demon, and cowered back. She dared not show herself if it were a trap, so instead she took out her flute. When she had played a few harmonious notes, bringing a wild sort of hope to the song, she left in search of water.