She couldn't blame Bastion when the voice came out of nowhere - not even she could see where it was coming from, but it felt as if it were almost sitting on her shoulder.  It was sweet and high-pitched, a voice so warm it nearly seemed childlike.  It nearly did a double take when it flew by and saw the bird just sitting alone.  Even more when he saw the thing in the waterfall.  Tilting its invisible head in confusion, it flew closer, careful not to get into the falls themselves.  It had never seen one like... as she turned it knew it was a she.  It'd heard tales of those who had lived here... but... it had seen one the other day and now another.<br/><br/>"Who are you?" the voice sounded, carrying lightly through the water.  For a few seconds there were no other words, but then it continued, "Are you one of the..." and then he said a word that sounded too melodic and foreign to be anything in her vocabulary or range of knowledge.  The word almost seemed to carry power in its very syllables, a sort of energy filling her as the words crossed to her and her ears.