A familiar melody came to her from afar. Weak and distant at first, it grew stronger with every second that passed.
It was a woman… No… It only sounded like one but was not.
Zimmerlarks! That was what they were!
Their song mingled with the light, cool touch that feathered her skin, carrying a soft earthy tone along with the pungent sourness of napiel and then came the shuffling before the foreign voice.
"No, the sun is rising so the others must've sought cover. Only one of them walks under the sun so a break should be fine,"
The raspy timbre dragged many things with it, the memories of what had taken place, the strain in her movements, the sense of tightness especially around her wrists, feet and mouth and then the hard surface her body had been laid upon.
All of the sudden, a new sensation hit her out of nowhere. That of a cold and sharp object being pressed right against her throat before a repugnantly warm breath brushed her face.
