Take the flute

I held the flute, and for a moment I imagined musc, a little sweet lullaby. I struggled with the skeleton grip, and started to feel despair as I started to suphocate. I struggled harder, and I felt the flute free. I emerged to the surface as fast as I could, inhaling deeply as my lungs found air.

My heart was beating fast, everything was so thrilling. I examined my prize. The flute did appear common, but that was the way I always imagined things magical. The wood was soaked, but still smooth. Tentativelly, I gave it a kiss before bringing the flute to my lips

The song that I played was sweet, and innocent. A lovelly lullaby that called for the stars and the moon. I only stopped when I heard the clapping wings of an Owl

"woe, woe" said the Owl, and I looked upon it with suspicion. "Woe" it said again, and I asked "You arent a normal owl, are you?"

"Woe, no times for questioning. Woe is here,and you must run, druidess!" Now that was far too strange, even if I am a little light headed myself. "I... think it is time for me to go home"

"Woe is there, dont go! danger!" I started to run when it said "at least dress yourself!"