Cairbes heard the sound of boots stomping around her home. She smiled weakly. It was about time. She started to hum, causing all the sounds outside the bathroom to cease. It was an old nursery rhyme that her mother always sang for her and her sisters. It was slow. The sweet melancholic tone was all that could be heard in the cottage. As the soldiers strolled down the corridor towards the open doorway of the bathroom.
"… and the little Qodin grew
As a little Qodin should
Her brave and precious spirit
Had just…
Begun...
To Bloom… "
At the end of the rhyme, Cairbes spotted a leather boot just outside the door, and the glint of Armor caught her eye as well. She stopped humming, sighed, and closed her eyes. If what she was about to do did not get Niznja's attention on the other side
