Despite Ziah's calling out, the girl seemed not to notice.  She remained transfixed on the trio of flowers.<br/><br/>As she stared, the yellow and the red flowers began to open slowly, as though the sun had suddenly beamed upon them.  The dancing lights quickly flowed into the open bulb of the yellow, clustering like moths to a flame, while the bulb hidden inside of the red began to buzz and hum softly.  To Ziah's ears, it was like the low sounds of an instrument, vibrating with a baritone sort of noise.<br/><br/>To the young girl, however, she began to react differently.  At the behest of this buzzing, combined with the pulsing lights of the yellowed flower, the woman began to remove her clothes.  She unbuttoned her white top quickly, shuffling it over her bare shoulders to the soft grass at her feet.  She then proceeded to remove more, right before Ziah's eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>