Repose

[Before the full moon... *but timefuzzy handwave*]

[Anyone walking by the Bed & Breakfast or with their windows open in the early pre-dawn hours (or anyone with especially good ears elsewhere in town) might hear the so-soft sounds of a woman singing. Her voice is rough and unpracticed and the words aren't english, but there's something about the song that pulls at a heart's melancholy yearning.]