(Its okay I forgot to say that Sequoia was also an illusionist)<br/><br/>Sequoia would have probably continued on past him playing solely on her flute at the moment but once she heard the deep rumble of his tone she couldn't help but glance over to his side, perhaps others would stopped and ran, perhaps others even to scream at seeing such a being. But instead Sequoia could only smile as she got a glint in her eye, suddenly colors and images like no other would appear moving in sway of the music while she harmonized with him in kind.<br/><br/>[i]I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone<br/>The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow<br/>Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long<br/>I am the voice that in springtime will grow<br/><br/>I am the voice of the past that will always be<br/>Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields<br/>I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace<br/>Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal<br/><br/>I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain<br/>I am the voice of your hunger and pain<br/>I am the voice that always is calling you<br/>I am the voice<br/><br/>I am the voice of the past that will always be<br/>I am the voice of your hunger and pain<br/>I am the voice of the future<br/>I am the voice, I am the voice<br/>I am the voice, I am the voice[i]<br/><br/>All while she sang the images the flowed from her body shaped and matched the words of song and tones till she was finished on that final note, breathing heavily and smiling towards the giant giving a delightful bow. "Its always nice to find others who appreciate the arts", she commented.