In the distance of the village, there was the faint sound of whistling, one presumably made by the reeds near the stream.

Though, as the men and women of your home began to flock to the middle of the village, you couldn't help but visit the sound as well.

There you saw him, the man with the flute. Better known as Kokopelli. He was as captivating as the stories described him.

Just as you looked his way, he locked eyes with you. It was hard to see those eyes with his mask on, but you were certain. You caught his attention.