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Shyriath's Little Trip (alternate) part 14

Shyriath is hesitant for a moment... yet he, too, wants to look closer. Finally, he nods, and answers quietly, "Yes... not too close, but perhaps just a LITTLE lower..."

Shyriath slowly drops in altitude. Even from closer up, it is difficult to make out most of what lies beneath the trees; the lights are the most visible. However, the city center is more easily made out; even at this time of night, many shapes can be seen moving around in the well-lit square. There appear to be various stations of some kind, covered by brightly-colored canopies, that the various Sa'arunai'itai seem to be moving between at random. (Perhaps they are shops? It is the right kind of setting for a marketplace.)

Music of some kind can also be heard, wafting faintly on the breeze. It has few melodic instruments, but there is much singing, as well as some kind of drumming. The only other thing heard in it is some kind of string instrument, which is being simultaneously plucked like a guitar and sawed like a violin.

"A sei'iranu..." murmurs Shyriath. Mother had described its sound to him once... it HAS to be a sei'iranu. The piece conjures up an image of a slow, rolling sea suring a rainstorm, the raindrops pinging upon the surface...