The lyrics of the Song of the Ancients rang out through the air, lacing the sunny day with elegance that gave off a warmth unlike any other. Nobody knew what the words meant, and not even Devola did really, but her voice was one for the angels. Anyone passing by would stop and listen, while village youth would sit and watch when she would sing.

Having everyone gather around for her music was a daily routine, and they all had questions for her afterward. Devola knew she'd feel too bad if she ignored any of them, even if it took about an hour to answer them all. Usually, she'd come up with some excuse or tell the locals to go play somewhere, and they'd usually listen. Still, it was a routine that brought a smile to her face.

Of course, Devola knew when eyes were on her, and she looked around the general direction of the person staring at her. She raised an eyebrow when she saw them still nearby. "Still here? I didn't hear you ask anything." Devola said, waving to them from where she sat at the edge of the fountain, beckoning them to approach.