Vivia hears a song.

It wasn't long into her relaxation that Vivia became aware of a sound not far from her place upon the creek. She opened her eyes as she recognized it to be singing, coming from just around the bend she slowly drifted toward. The current wasn't even all that strong, yet she moved along nonetheless.

The sweet melody was being sung with such perfection that Vivia was lost in the tune, only realizing she herself was what drove her toward the bend, feet unconsciously paddling, when the sound became clearer as she made the turn.

There, in the middle of the creek, was a rock that stood just above the water's surface. Upon that rock sat a vision of beauty, whose voice was just as much the sound of beauty, and in a passing thought as she caught the barest hint upon the breeze, was the scent of beauty.

This girl faced away from Vivia, leaning back upon her hands as her golden hair hung behind her, catching the diffuse sunbeams that made it through the thick forest canopy to shine its light all the better. The singing echoed throughout the trees, ringing in Vivia's ears so softly it was almost like it caressed her mind with velvet tones and mellifluous melodies.

Now the creek seemed to pull her of its own accord, as she became so focused on the music that she stilled herself in its grasp. Growing closer to the little island, Vivia heard the song quiet, and the girl's head turned to her, then, with a gentle countenance that bore the sweetest smile the Rogue had ever seen.

“Hello,” the lady spoke, fixing her aurulent gaze upon Vivia. “Would you care to join me?”

Vivia was speechless, transfixed with every perfect detail of the girl's face. The ghost of that song echoed through her head, ringing as the irresistible urge to stay right there and listen to it a while, however long it takes.