This is the first story in the Songcrafter series. The series itself will have a lot of both show characters as well as OCs. No pairings in this story, btw.


Meeting in Moonlight

Chapter 1: Only By Chance

A.N.: Okay, before I begin, I'll put in a key of which type of font means what in the Songcrafter series.

Text = Thought/Naturesong
Text = Naturesong on instruments
--Text-- = Commonality
Text = Eunoia

Summary: Mere days after arriving on Earth, an unexpected meeting between a human and a Taelon begins a much larger story.

Author's Note: This is the first story in the Songcrafter series.


Deep in the distant past, back when the people of our world Earth were at a crossroads in evolution and history, there have been stories of the first contact between Earth's humans and a race of energy beings, known as Taelons. In the years to come, there were many trials and tribulations, facts and myth involving this time of great change. There are tales of conspiracy on both sides, manipulation, deceit...as well as those of friendship and love. We may never know just how much of these tales are truth, but little by little, we are finding out more about that turbulent time.

Recently, several sets of writings, recordings and videos have been uncovered, the majority of which were in time capsules. From these, scientists, historians and the universal life-singers, who went by another name back then, are learning more facts about some of the more popular beings from that time: Johnathan Doors, Augur, J Street, William Boone, Liam Kincaid, Zo'or, Lili Marquette, Sandoval the Betrayer, Renee Palmer, as well as two people whose names are equally synonymous with that time: Da'an and Phenora Langley...


In one of the towns of Indiana, glimpses by the people of a being unlike any other, yet familiar to all, lead to speculation and gossip. Within hours, word had spread to the humans in the entire area like wildfire.

What the humans did not realize was that they were not the only ones to know.

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Just outside of the town, the Taelons were almost done with growing a set of buildings that would serve as accommodations while they were in this area. The task this time was to restore one of the towns nearby, a place called Silent Falls, which had become unable to support life due to what the humans called a meltdown. Half of the residents had died instantly, and the others saw themselves as doomed. Because relations between the two races were so fragile at this point, the Taelons had decided against growing rooms beside what were called, on this planet, hotels.

One of the latter species, Da'an, was looking around him. This was the first time he had seen a forest quite like the one that was a short distance away, and he thought that he could hear, in the faint distance, a waterfall flowing.

It is sad that some races do not notice the beauty around them until they have destroyed it. Perhaps we will be able to prevent that from happening here.

Da'an saw movement out of the corner of one eye and turned to his left quickly. On a low-lying branch was a red bird that he would later know to be a cardinal, and right beside it was a blue bird. Both were chirping and looking in his direction.

No, he realized after he moved about and saw that the two birds were watching, they are looking directly at me.

As he started to approach, they flew off the branch and up and around him in a spiral before going into the forest.

Most unexpected. Just how intelligent are the animals here?

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The cardinal and the blue jay flew into the thick trees and listened closely for sounds of music, the kind that came from the metal tube that came from the forest's only two-legs.

The blue jay chirped, which got it a reply from the cardinal just before they flew towards the place where water fell freely and loudly. On the way, the wind blew, carrying news of its own and quickening the flight of the two birds.

Surely enough, they saw the only two-legs, sitting some distance from the water, with a large rock against the back, making sounds by blowing into the long, metal tube.

The cardinal chirped, Two-legged one, come. Something new is here.

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Near the waterfall sat a young woman. She sat in the grass, against one of the larger rocks, using a long, silver flute to play the music she was hearing from the falling water. In the sunlight, her wavy, auburn hair that held hints of banana curls in it glittered as though it were wet. She had not felt like ruining her better clothes, so she was wearing a green jumpsuit that was almost threadbare and no shoes or socks.

She heard the rustling of nearby trees and saw a cardinal and a blue jay, almost side by side flying towards her, with the wind on their wings. The birds landed, one at her feet and the other on her knee and began chirping.

Two-legged one, come. Something new is here.

She raised an eyebrow and carefully used the flute to reply. She had learned that it was far better to speak to beings of nature using their own songs than it was to use her old, discordant language.

What is going on?

Many two-legs have come at the edge of our home.

The girl made a face and replied, Humans don't care about me or any of us, why should I care about them? As long as they don't come in here--

These are two-legs we have never seen before.

Before the girl could answer, the wind blew, swirling about her. It said, These two-legs are not humans. They come from high above, beyond the skies.

Her eyes widened and changed tone and notes as she asked, High above, beyond the skies? Are you saying they're from--

We think so, the cardinal replied.

She got up, making the two birds fly out of the way. As she brushed the grass off of her clothes, she said, Lead the way. This, I need to see.

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The two birds flew ahead, but not too far ahead so that the two-legged friend could keep up. She had learned how to walk quietly so that no other two-legs could see her if she wanted, which is what she was doing at the moment. Within minutes, they arrived at the edge of the forest, where the strange beings were.

The cardinal flew to a tree and tweeted, Look from here. The girl nodded and stepped lightly as she peeked out from behind a tree.

These aren't human buildings! They look like they were grown, she whistled in birdsong, they might be from beyond.

Look, there's one of them now, to your left, the blue jay said, catching her attention.

Her eyes widened as she saw, just as the bird and wind had said, someone that looked human, but wore a purple body suit. She couldn't tell at all if it was a man or a woman, since it had no hair or anything else that she would use to be able to tell the difference. The skin was the purest shade of white she had ever seen in her life. When it turned, she saw a pair of the bluest eyes she had ever seen, and it made her gasp.

The strange two-legs turned at the sound, and she backed up slightly, making as few sounds as possible before hurrying back into the forest.

The two birds chirped, then flew back to the waterfall, where she was at again.

That was close, they said.

Yeah, she replied, once again using her flute, That being we saw, it really is from beyond.

Aren't you interested in talking to it? Imagine, a two-legs from the sky!

Why would I be, little blue jay? I'll just be hit at with stones and sticks and called bad names, like Freaky-Phennie. The only humans that didn't were my parents. Even my music teacher thought I was strange.

That was before you came to live here, the cardinal replied, I get the feeling that the sky-legs wouldn't do those things.

She sighed, then said, using the flute, Say that I might...how would I be able to talk to it? I don't know it can hear your songs, like I do, and I don't know if it can speak in my old language.

The wind replied, Go back at night, when the moon is up. I will guide you back.

The girl nodded and walked back into the direction of one of the caves, where she kept her clothes and slept when storms came.

The birds and the wind spoke among themselves.

Why are you having her go back? The blue jay asked, she is the only two-legs here to speak and live as one of us.

The wind replied, Yes, but she is not one of you. She can't live in this forest forever, and we can't trust the humans with her. These beings from the sky may be just the ones to give her a better life.

I hope you're right, West Wind... the birds chirped, then flew away.

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For the rest of the day, the human girl was getting her dinner and picking out which of the few clothes she had she would be wearing.

Why should I go back there? Sure, I'm curious about the one from the sky, but I also know how the people in my hometown, and even here, treated me. For all I know, this one will be no different. Why are the birds and the wind so sure that this will be different?

By the time that she heard the song of the setting sun, she found herself edging more towards going to the edge of the forest, where the sky-legs were at. When the colors of the sun were completely gone and she saw the light of the moon, she stepped out of the cave, dressed in clothes that weren't as ripped by bushes or rocks, her flute in hand.

Time to go. You had best be right, my friends.

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Da'an watched as the sun set, taking in the colors that the sky changed and listening to the song that humans were not able to hear. It only served to remind him of the differences between their species.

I should not judge them too harshly, he thought, not all Taelons can hear them either when on a planet's surface. Most of those who can have become Songcrafters.

Once the sun had completely gone down, he was able to hear, faintly at first, the familiar sounds of starsong. As time passed, he heard it more and more clearly, even as the wind blew in gusts that seemed unusual.

I should see about resting soon, he thought and turned to go inside of his own quarters when he heard, in the still night, musical notes, coming from what sounded like a reed instrument. It took him a moment to realize something that was, to him, very startling.

These are the very same notes I just heard!

He closed his eyes and listened carefully, trying to find the source. He opened them again and walked lowly and carefully, doing his best to make sure there was no sounds from his footsteps.

Just a short ways into the forest was a small clearing with a large stone. On top of that stone was a young human woman, wearing a blue blouse and a green skirt and bare feet. In her hands was a long, silver tube that she was blowing into and moving her fingers about. The wind suddenly picked up, flapping her red hair about.

Da'an looked on, feeling surprise. This was the same person that he had glimpsed earlier in the day, standing just on the edge of the woods, but wearing a different outfit. He had thought at first that it was one of those ghosts that humans had mentioned before, in the town.

She doesn't seem like such a thing to me, at least not yet. But...what do I say to her?

As soon as the wind had died down, the music stopped and she looked up at him with surprised eyes, lowering the metal tube.

She looked at him and started to scamper away. Quickly, but gently, he said, “Don't.”

That made her be still, but her expression was cautious.

“I will not harm you.”

She blinked and spoke. It sounded almost as though she had not spoken in some time as she asked, “English...?”

“Yes, I am able to speak your language.”

She took a breath and asked, “You promise?”

“Yes, I swear it.”

The girl nodded and sat back down again, although she left space on the stone and patted the space in front of it. He took the hint and sat down, legs underneath him.

He asked, “What is your name?”

She paused for a moment, then replied, “Phenora. It's Phenora Langley. What about you?”

“My name is Da'an.”

Phenora looked both amused and puzzled for a moment before replying, “That's short. No last name?”

“No. Not all species have more than one part to their names.” He paused and asked, “That music...”

“What about it?”

“Why were you playing it just now? Who did you hear it from?”

“None of the two-legs.”

“Two-legs?”

She winced and replied, “That's what the birds and the animals here call humans. I live in this forest.” To him, it seemed that the more she spoke, the more used she became to doing so. After a pause, she continued, “What I was playing when you found me came from the stars. I hear the songs of things like birds, animals, wind and even the stars, and I understand what they say.”

Da'an blinked slowly, then asked, “Please ask them where I come from, then.”

She arched an eyebrow, but nodded and put the metal tube to her lips and began playing again for a few moments. Surprisingly enough, he heard the starsong change its low-playing music as though answering. The exchange continued for a minute. Then Phenora lowered the tube again.

“They say you really do come from beyond the skies, in a distant galaxy. I also asked what the name of your world is, and they said 'Taelon'.”

“Amazing,” Da'an commented, “I did not realize that humans had the gift.”

“Gift? At times it's a curse,” she replied, “The humans where I came from and here don't like me. I'm usually hit by stones, branches and called nasty little names, like Freaky-Phennie, or space-o or Alien.”

Da'an's eyes widened, and his facade faded for a moment, feeling shock. Once he regained control, he asked, “Is there no one that does not regard you so poorly?”

“Two people, up until about two years ago. They're dead,” she answered in a tone that was partly matter-of-fact and partly wistful.

“I see. I am sorry.” He paused for a moment then asked, “Are you always at this part of the forest at night?”

“Yes. It's a great spot to listen to the song of the stars and the moon. I know a good place to be during the day, too.”

He nodded slowly and asked, “That tube you use, what is it?”

“This? It's a flute. It was my mother's. She gave it to me when I was little.”

Da'an got up from the stone and turned back towards the way he came. “I need rest. As you would say, it has been a long day.”

“I believe it. Besides, I'll bet you're not the only one here, and they'll be worried.”

The Taelon shook his head. “They would not be concerned. I will explain another time.” He paused and added, “I look forward to coming back tomorrow night, if you do not mind, that is.”

“Of course I don't mind. Good night, Da'an.”

“Good night, Phenora.”

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The following day, the Taelons and a couple of the humans, a man and a woman (both in protective Taelon gear), were headed for Silent Falls. Thanks to the ID technology, they had arrived almost instantaneously. As they made their way to the site of the meltdown, Da'an asked the man, “May I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“There is a young female that lives in the forest near our lodgings. Do you know of her?”

The woman replied with disgust, “Are you talking about that wild freak?”

The man glared and said, “Enough, Angela.” Once she was silent, he replied, “You mean Phenora Langley.”

“Yes. What do you know of her?”

The man sighed and asked, “Can we stop a minute? I don't want any outbursts from over there.” He looked pointedly at Angela.

“Of course,” Da'an replied and allowed the man to lead him out of hearing range. Once they were sure that they would not be overheard, the Taelon repeated his question.

“I knew her parents, Mike and Eve Langley. They were originally going to name her Nora Meryl. That changed the day she was born.”

“What happened?”

“Breach birth.”

“I do not understand.”

“Basically, instead of coming out head first, it was feet first. Both Eve and the kid barely managed to survive. I don't know if they went crazy or if it was some kinda divine influence, but Mike and Eve said that the experience was like rebirth, so they combined the words 'Phoenix' and 'Nora' together.”

“I see. That is why she is named Phenora. Why do people dislike her?”

“Dislike? Most outright hate her. Ever since she was little, she'd be playing all sorts of wild music, laughing, talking to trees, that sort of thing. In little kids, that's normal, but even when she was supposed to stop that stuff and grow up, she kept doing it anyway. She'd even talk about conversations with the wind. Nobody knows if she's got some kind of Autism, if she went crazy or what.” He sighed. “Her parents died in the SI war, about 2 years ago.”

“That is unfortunate.”

“No kidding. She's from Silent Falls, by the way. When Mike and Eve died, she didn't have any family left, and of course nobody would take her in. I wonder if she knew it when she started living in that forest.”

Da'an had no answer to that.

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Phenora busied herself through the day, doing things like swimming, playing on the flute at the waterfall, as well as reading one of the few books she had taken with her when she first had left her home in Silent Falls.

That was when my parents died, and I realized that there would be no human that would be looking after me, she remembered, and that I had to fend for myself, live where I was most at home.

More than once, though, her thoughts turned towards the alien being she had met the previous night.

Da'an looked human, but sure didn't act like one. I hope he comes again.

When the sun became low in the sky, she went to the spot she had been the night before, where she had met the Taelon.

Come to think of it, I don't know if Da'an is a he or a she. Using 'it' is a bad idea, 'cause I know how it feels like to be treated as a thing. I'm going to have to ask...argh! This is going to drive me crazy!

“Not a good place to see a sunset,” she muttered out loud, “if Da'an wants a good place to see one, I'll think real hard on that.” She sighed and used her flute to ask the question. Within moments, she had an answer.

A few moments later, she heard someone familiar say, “Not a good place to see a sunset.”

She looked about and saw, a short distance away, Da'an approaching. She patted the spot where the Taelon had been the previous night and asked, bemused, “Are you a mind-reader?”

“Why do you ask?”

“I made the same comment a few minutes ago. It's not night yet.”

“I was able to complete the day's business earlier than expected.” He paused and then said, “I asked about you.”

She winced at that. “I bet you think I'm a freak now, huh?” she asked, half afraid of the answer.

“On the contrary, I find you to be very fascinating.”

“I think I'll take that as a compliment.”

“It is.”

She chuckled, then said, “Come to think of it....Da'an, I don't know how to think of you.”

“Please explain.”

She took a breath, then asked, “Are you a guy or a girl?”

Da'an was silent but looked puzzled.

“Are you male or female?” she asked, trying to ask in different words.

“Ah. Taelons are androgynous.”

“What's that mean?”

“We have no genders, so to speak.”

“You know, if I were to talk about you to the animals or the wind, I'll have a hard time referring to you. I can't call you an 'it', that would be too cruel.”

“Why?”

“I know all too well what it's like to be treated as a thing, like some kind of sub-species,” she answered with a slight tone of anger.

“You may have a point,” was the answer. After a couple of minutes of silence, the Taelon said, “He.”

“Huh?”

“You can use the word 'he'. For ease of reference, you understand.”

“Oh, I see. Yeah that would be easier.” She sighed and asked, “Da'an, how many Taelons can hear and understand the songs, like I can?”

“Most of us can hear starsong, although only from outer space. There is a caste, though, that is filled with beings that have abilities similar to yours.”

“Really? What're they called?”

Da'an replied by speaking in something that sounded foreign that had touches of hisses and whispers. She blinked, puzzled.

“What language is that?”

“The native tongue of my species.”

“Oh, I see.”

“The name of the caste I mentioned would be translated as 'Songcrafter'.”

“Songcrafter? Musicians?”

“Not quite. Let me ask you something, Phenora.”

“What is it?”

“Do you ever listen to the music made by your people?”

She grimaced. “I don't like it. A lot of it sounds hollow, empty. I'd almost say it sounds dead, but I'd be laughed at.”

“I am not laughing.”

“Not yet. What's that got to do with Songcrafters?”

Da'an blinked slowly, then replied, “Songcrafters are capable of hearing the songs of living things, and they can either relay them into a tangible form...or craft songs that are filled with life, ones that tell not only history, but the original emotions contained within them.”

She took a breath and then said, “Songs filled with life, instead hollow, dead ones. That sounds wonderful. Makes me wish I had been born a Taelon, instead of a human.”

“Why?”

“Why not? On your world, this is a gift, one that is welcome. Here? It's a curse, and I'm a--”

“As I said before, you are no freak, not to me.”

That surprised her.

Da'an continued, “Besides, if you had been born a Taelon, we most likely would not have met.”

“I guess so.”

“Which songs of nature have you heard in your life?”

“A better question would be: which ones have I not heard?” After a pause, she continued, “I haven't heard that of the Savannah in Africa, the desert...but the second one I'm sure would be as dead as most human songs. One I would really like to hear, though, is from the ocean.”

“I see.”

“Da'an, this may be a bad place to see a sunset, but if you're going to be early tomorrow, maybe I'll be able to find a better one.”

“It would be appreciated.”

After a pause, she asked, “Hey, Da'an, are you one of those Songcrafters?”

“No. I am a diplomat.”

“But you've got the same thing I do. How come?”

Da'an thought over the question, then after a time, he answered, “I was a student at one time. I had completed my second year and was about to begin the third when I was expelled.”

“Expelled? Did you do something wrong?”

“No. You see, each Songcrafter, whether student or full-fledged, has what you might call a Patron. Without one, a hopeful cannot even become a student, and if the Patron ascends to the next level before the student begins the third year...”

“They're kicked out.”

“Yes.” Da'an's facade dropped for a couple of moments. Phenora's eyes widened in surprise, but not fear.

“What was that?”

“It is how we normally express what emotions we do have. I am pleasantly surprised.”

“How so?”

“I do not often speak so freely with other species.”

“Maybe it's because we might be a lot alike?”

“That remains to be seen.”

“Yeah, we only just met yesterday, after all. Da'an, how long are you going to be here?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, how long are you going to be in this area?”

“My work here is to help with restoring Silent Falls. It may take a month before my role in this is done.”

“As you probably found out, I'm from there.” She sighed and said, “I wish my name was different.”

“Why?”

“Because my folks thought they were being cute or something when they named me Phenora. It just adds to the hatred from the humans.”

“According to one person, your name is a combination of 'Phoenix' and 'Nora'.”

“I'll bet I know who said it, too. Dennis, from the local motel, huh?”

“So that is his name. I neglected to find out earlier.”

She was about to say something when they both heard the sounds coming from the song of the setting sun.

“It's a little grander this time,” she remarked, “Wonder if it's because you're here?”

“I would not know.”

Both were silent as they listened to music that only they could hear as the sun set and the stars came out.

“There's supposed to be a lot of shooting stars tomorrow,” Phenora asked, “Seen one of them from here yet?”

“No, I have not.”

“I know a good spot where you can see them from. Come to think of it, it's probably a good spot for sunsets, too. It's a little ways out of the forest, though, so I don't go there often.”

“Interesting. I will make certain that I will be here in time for it.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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Later, as Da'an headed back towards his room, a sudden, steady wind blew around him. His head rose as he listened carefully.

“You'll excuse me if I don't have an instrument on hand to reply.”

The wind blew again, this time gentle, yet urgent.

“What is it you wish of me?”

Some of the blades of grass rippled in the wind.

“I do not know if it is possible, but I will try.”

The wind blew gently once more, then died down to a breeze. The Taelon hurried back into his quarters, to get rest.

Chapter 2: Of Ocean and Stars

A.N.: I would like to thank my beta reader, Da'an's Consort, for her help with this fic, and hopefully for the Songcrafter series.

Text = Thought/Naturesong
Text = Naturesong on an instrument
--Text-- = Commonality
Text = Eunoia


The following day, as Da'an went about his work in Silent Falls, he spoke to his fellow Taelons, by way of the Commonality. The others had been curious about what he had been doing at night when most were in their energy showers, and he explained that he had been stargazing and speaking with one of the residents.

In its own way, it was very true, since Phenora lived in the forest.

One of the other Taelons mentioned something that quickly caught his attention.

--We have found that several humans seem to possess certain traits that can normally be found in the Songcrafter caste.--

--Is that so?-- Da'an asked.

--Yes. We have spoken with the Synod about the matter. Quo'on has given his permission to begin a Songcrafter school on the Earth, with the cooperation of the humans, of course. Da'an, would you happen to know of any humans who might qualify?--

He paused for a moment, thinking things over, including the request made by the wind the previous night.

--

“You'll excuse me if I don't have an instrument on hand to reply with.”

That is all right, I will be brief.

“What do you wish of me?”

That girl should not live in the forest forever. When the time comes, if possible, take her with you.

“I do not know if it is possible, but I will try.”

Thank you.

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Now, Da'an replied, --I will see if there is anyone that I find.--

He had a feeling that now was the wrong time to mention Phenora to the Commonality, much less talk to her about possibly attending a Songcrafter's school. That could wait until a later date.

Besides, he honestly did enjoy her company.

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That late afternoon, Phenora left the cave where she was living in and walked out of the forest. Before she left the edge, she used her flute to ask a question of the birds.

When Da'an comes to here, can you lead him to me? I'm going to the spot I mentioned last night.

We will, the cardinal replied.

Phenora didn't like leaving the forest, but for special occasions, like meteor showers or wanting to see an unobstructed view of the sunset or sunrise, she went anyway, regardless of the fact that sometimes the townsfolk would see her and throw things to get her to leave.

As she arrived, she saw that the sun was starting to get low, and a cool breeze was blowing. She sat down on the top of one of the smaller hills and smiled.

I wonder what it'd be like, to make other people listen to what I hear and not hate me, she thought, or even to craft songs full of life, instead of this hollow junk. I also wonder what Taelon music is like, other than the kind from Songcrafters. What kind of instruments do they have? Do they have anything like my flute, or--

That was when she felt something small and hard hit her cheek, cutting it.

“Freak!”

She looked up and saw a pair of boys, both close to her age, as well as some younger girls. All of them were picking up jagged rocks and some sticks.

“What're you doing here, freak?” One of the boys asked.

“I'm waiting for someone, so we can watch the stars,” she replied.

“Yeah, right. Like who, one of the birds? Maybe the wind again?” one of the girls sneered.

“No.”

“Don't matter,” the second boy said with a snort, “You don't belong here, so how about you go back to your forest, like the animal you are, thing?”

“I've got as much right to be here as you.”

“How about we show her how much 'right' she's got?” The first boy asked, and the other three nodded before they started throwing the rocks and sticks they had in their hands.

She whispered under her breath, “Wind...go get help,” and closed her eyes. A barrage of sticks and stones hit her as she tried to shield her face. She felt the wind blow, heading towards the forest.

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Near the same time, Da'an was walking away from his quarters and through one part of the forest, following the cardinal and the blue jay to the destination. He had gone a ways when he heard footsteps, coming from behind him. He turned and saw a familiar fellow Taelon, carrying something in one hand.

“Mit'gai, what are you doing?”

“I saw you leaving and decided to follow. You're spending more time in this forest than before, Da'an.”

“I am going to meet with someone, to watch a meteor shower.”

“Would this happen to be with the human you're spending time with?”

“Yes.”

Before anything else could be said, the wind began blowing and swirling around Da'an, in a very urgent way.

Taelon Da'an, come quickly. Danger.

“What danger?” he asked out loud, putting Mit'gai out of his mind for right then.

She is being attacked, by humans. They mean to cause serious harm.

He blushed blue at this and quickened his steps, almost running.

The healer sensed Da'an's distress and a single thought before a block formed on the diplomat's end, Please be all right!

That was enough for him to decide to hurry without any questions.

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Phenora stayed on the hill, having no intentions of moving. Normally, she would have, but she knew that this night was too important to her and the Taelon to simply give in. She already had cuts on her face, arms and hands.

Please...help... she thought.

“Move it, crazy!”

“No! Go away!”

Another rock and stick hit her hands and left arm. Suddenly, she heard two soft 'thunk' sounds, followed by gasps.

What the--?

“Just what do you think you are doing?” she heard from in front of her. The voice sounded familiar, but with no melody to the tone. In fact, it seemed to have a whispering hiss to it.

“Um...uhhh, well, we--”

Phenora lowered her hands and opened her eyes. She was surprised by who was in front of her, holding onto a stick and a rock.

Da'an!

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Da'an had cleared the forest and had entered the hilly area when he heard the voices. Within a couple of minutes, he saw the group. Two males and four females, all around Phenora's age. Not only were they trying to get her to leave and calling nasty words, they were throwing not only rocks, but branches, some of which had thorns.

The sight was more than he could bear.

How dare they!

The healer stayed out of sight, but he saw the diplomat blushing a deep blue in a pattern that he recognized as strong anger. Considering what he was seeing, it was no wonder.

Da'an quickly got in front of her and caught a stick and a rock, causing the attackers to gasp.

“Just what do you think you are doing?” he asked, all music gone from his voice, replaced by a hiss.

“Um...uhhh, well, we--”

“We're just getting rid of Freaky Phennie behind you,” one of the boys, feeling more daring, replied and bent down to get another stone.

“Yeah, she's a freak of nature!” one of the girls agreed.

“And what would I be?” Da'an countered and intentionally let his facade slip. Blue, silver and white energies flowed throughout him, and some of them were in different patterns and places than they were the previous night.

“U-uhhh...”

“I will say this only once,” the Taelon said in the same tone, “Return to your homes. Now!”

The pack of six quickly ran the way they had come. Once they were far enough away, he regained his human form, dropped the items in his hands, turned to her and bent down to examine Phenora.

“How did you--?” she started to ask.

“The birds were leading me here, then the wind carried a warning to me,” he replied, his normal tone starting to return until he looked at her hands, arms and face.

The Taelon could easily see that she was bleeding, and the cut on the left arm looked to be the worst. Blood dripped down onto the ground. He gripped her arm with his hand and pressed down. The whispering hiss returned to his tone as he said, “You are injured!”

“It's not as bad as it could have been,” she managed to say before Da'an called out, “Mit'gai!”

The shout had made her shoot a look at him. “What is a Mit'gai?”

“Not what, who. Mit'gai is a healer. He saw me leave for here and followed.”

Right then, he appeared, carrying what looked like some sort of metal briefcase.

“I saw,” he said as he approached Da'an and Phenora, “Is this the one you have been stargazing with?”

“Yes.”

“The two of you must be getting along well.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because, young human, for Da'an to be this angry is not that common.”

The diplomatic Taelon tilted his head and looked at him from the corners of his eyes, expressing annoyance. Mit'gai did not react but merely knelt beside the two of them and opened his case, then took out some objects and ran one over her body.

“What're you doing?” she asked.

“He is merely doing an examination, to see how badly you are hurt.”

--Gently!-- Da'an cautioned, --She has been treated poorly by the other humans.--

--I can see that for myself.--

“No broken bones,” the healer said out loud, “But the cut on your arm is a little deep for my liking. It and the other injuries need to be tended to right away.”

“So much for the meteor shower,” she said grimly.

“No need to go anywhere. I will tend to them right now,” was the reply as he picked out another device, “Move your hand away.”

Da'an complied as he removed the block from his mind, then the healer ran it over the cut in her arm. The diplomat saw her face scrunch in different ways and said, “This may hurt a little.”

“No, it doesn't hurt. It just tickles!”

Da'an's facade shimmered for a few seconds, patterns changing from what she guessed was anger to something else. At the same time, Mit'gai sensed the subtle laughter from his colleague.

--I ask only that you do not inform the Commonality about either this incident, or her,-- the diplomat stated, --I will inform them about the latter at another time. As you saw, that time is not now.--

--Only because we are old friends,-- the healer grumbled.

--Thank you.--

After a few moments, Mit'gai finished using the machines and asked, “How is it?”

“The spots don't hurt anymore,” she replied as she wiped the blood from her arm. The girl's eyes widened that underneath, there was no broken skin.

“That's amazing! Thank you, doctor,” she replied.

“Mit'gai will do nicely,” was the answer as he put the instruments away, gave the other Taelon something to clean Phenora's blood off his hands, did the same for the young woman and then closed the case. He got up and said, “I'll leave you two to your stargazing.” He made a certain gesture with his hands, which Da'an copied.

Once the doctor was out of sight, she let out a breath and looked at the Taelon as he sat down on her right. “I'll be all right. I'm just surprised that you...did what you did.”

“I was not about to let my friend be further attacked by those children.”

“You mean Mit'gai?”

“I mean you.”

That surprised her, and it showed on her face.

“I haven't had a two-legged friend before, for obvious reasons.”

“You do now.”

She chuckled and quietly said, “Thank you, Da'an.”

Both were quiet, sitting side by side, as they watched the sun set, then began talking about the stars as they watched for the meteor showers.

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As the days passed, Phenora began to look forward to the night-time, when Da'an would appear at the clearing in the forest. She began to relax around him, and as she did, she started asking him a lot of questions. The Taelon had many questions as well, mostly about the area and about her.

Two other things they talked about were outer space and music.

One afternoon, during the second week since the two had met, the young girl was at the waterfall, playing on the flute when she heard nearby bushes rustling in a way that told her that something larger than birds were moving nearby.

She turned her head and saw someone she did not expect, not in this place anyway. She smiled and said, “This place must like you. The animals let you through pretty easily. Or did they guide you?”

“No. This time I merely listened for the sound of your flute.”

She shook her head and laughed. “You know, this is the first time I've really seen you during the day, Da'an.”

“What about the first day that we met?”

“That doesn't count.” She asked, “So, what brings you over here?”

“Would you like to go somewhere with me tonight?”

“Where?”

“It is a surprise.” She started to give him an uncertain look, to which he added, “A pleasant surprise.”

“In that case, sure. At the usual place?”

“Yes.” He paused and then asked, “About your flute...”

“What about it?”

“Would you please teach me how to play on it?”

She grinned and replied, “I'd be happy to. Want to get started right away?”

Da'an merely sat down beside her with a little smile, making his answer very clear without saying even one word.

“I'll take that as a yes.” She paused, then handed the Taelon her flute. “Remember when you saw me playing on this, how I held it?”

“Yes. Like...this?” he asked and mimicked how she had held it the first night.

“Pretty good. There's a bunch of holes near the top part, including one that's bigger than the rest. See them?”

“Yes.”

“The biggest one is where you put your mouth. That's where you blow into it.”

Da'an nodded and blew into the indicated area, causing a sound that made the human wince.

“Ow.”

“I am sorry,” he said as he lowered the instrument.

“That's okay, it's the same mistake I made when I started learning how to play this,” she replied quickly, “Okay, we'll try this...put your mouth back where it was, but this time, move your finger over one of the smaller holes.” She watched carefully as he complied, putting one of his fingers over a hole in the middle of the row. “Okay...now blow into it, but not quite as hard.”

This time, the note that came out was gentle, but easily heard.

“Not bad. Now, try it with one of the other holes.”

He nodded slightly and did as she instructed.

This is really weird, but nice. Me, a girl everyone calls a freak, teaching a Taelon how to play a flute.

“Good,” she said, got up and went behind Da'an. She bent down then said, “Now, going by the holes starting on the left...when I give a number, that's the hole you cover and play. Got it?”

“Hm.”

“Okay. 1, 3.”

As he played the notes she named, he could not hide his excitement. He always did enjoy new experiences, and being taught how to play an Earth instrument by an outcast human that had fast become his friend was one of them. As he started to get the hang of playing three notes in a row, he felt the concerns and call from the Commonality.

“I am being called,” he said.

“You have to go, huh?”

“Yes,” he replied and handed the flute back to her. “I will see you at 'the usual place', as you put it.”

“See you then, Da'an. I'll continue to teach you another time.”

“I look forward to it, Phenora.”

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A few hours later, when it was near sunset, Phenora was quickly going from the waterfall to the clearing, carrying her flute and a small package with her.

This is going to cut it close. I should have never taken that nap!

Within a few minutes, she arrived at the clearing and saw Da'an sitting on the stone.

“I'm sorry, Da'an! I took a nap after the flute lesson and I slept a little too long. Have you been--”

“I have not been waiting long. To be honest, I was delayed as well.”

That calmed her down a little, but also made her curious. “How come?”

“I was getting a couple of things in the town. Are you ready to go?”

“Go? Go where, and how?”

“The where is my surprise. As to how, follow me,” he replied and offered his hand to her, which she took and went with the Taelon.

They soon came out of the forest and over to the set of strange buildings where she had first seen Da'an. A short distance away was something that almost looked like a helicopter. It was made from the same material as the buildings, and the part in the front was round.

“What is this?” she breathed.

“A shuttle. You enter from here,” he replied and demonstrated by walking in directly from the front. She quickly followed suit. Inside, there were some things that almost looked like seats.

“Sit down back here,” Da'an said, gesturing to a seat in the back left. As soon as she did, he moved something that looked like an armrest up, to the right, and then down until it rested on her legs.

“Some kind of a seat belt?”

“Yes, it is,” he replied, “After we take off, whatever you do, let your body relax, hold onto your things tightly and do not close your eyes.”

“Ok, will do. Da'an, are you gonna get in trouble for this? I mean taking me somewhere in the shuttle.”

He looked at her with a bemused expression and answered, “I highly doubt there will be any problems,” before he took his seat in the pilot's chair. He moved his hands in front of them in a way that she definitely did not understand and watched as the opening covered itself in something that shimmered for a moment before becoming clear again, then some kind of display showed on the screen.

Just what kind of surprise has he got in mind? She wondered, then heard what sounded almost like an engine starting up. The young woman then watched in wonder as the shuttle lifted easily and gracefully into the air. After they were high enough, she heard him talking about entering ID space.

She jerked backwards a little as the shuttle went forward and went into what looked like some warped place. All she could see in front of her was the setting sun and a continuous ripple.

Good thing he told me what he did, I would have hurt my neck and gotten a little dizzy.

To her surprise, a couple of minutes later, they were setting down and her friend had uncovered the opening and was putting the fancy seat belt back to where it was.

As he got a couple of packages out from somewhere, he gestured for her to come out of the shuttle, which she did.

“Oh my....”

Da'an had taken her to what looked like a island. They had set down near a beach, and in front of them was the ocean. The sun was about to start setting, giving the otherwise blue water an almost fiery look.

“Just where are we?” she asked.

“This would be what you humans call the Caribbean.”

“And we got here in only a few minutes! Amazing!”

He stepped out from the shuttle and then stood to her left and closed his eyes for a moment, tipping his head as though he were listening to something. Before the Taelon could say anything, she was already speaking.

“It...it sounds almost like the waterfall. But it's also like it's got a lot of smaller lifesongs within it. It's...almost like some kind of sound tapestry, interweaving into each other.”

“Yes. That is what I hear, too. In quite a way, it applies to anything that is alive.”

She looked right at him. “You mean our two species? Or everything else?”

“Both. Stars and planets, plants and mammals, ocean and land, Taelon and human,” he replied, pausing before he added, “You and I.”

“I can hear the music of the sunset adding into it,” she added, “It's amazing to hear.”

“Yes, it is.” Da'an then took one of the packages, a long, thin, rectangular case, and opened it. She looked in his direction, her eyes going wide.

Inside the case was a new flute.

“And here I was going to ask when your birthday was, so I could see about getting you one. Da'an, how did you--”

“I have my own ways,” he said before closing the flute case and setting it down, “The second item, though, is for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes. I found, from Dennis, that today is your own birthday.”

That surprised her and she let out a laugh. “It is. That makes me 17 as of today. Do Taelons have birthdays?”

“Yes, but we do not observe them in the same way that you do,” he replied, then carefully gave her the second item, a relatively small box, and held her flute and other item for her while she opened it. “I am not that good at wrapping boxes...something I will have to practice.”

“That's fine, I never saw why people put fancy wrapping on presents anyway.” A curious look was on her face as she saw what looked like a fancy, portable music system and some small, square things to go with them.

“Examples of Taelon music, and something to play them on,” he explained.

Now a smile lit her face as she said, “This is really sweet of you. Thank you, Da'an.”

He nodded to her and replied with a small smile, “You are welcome. Phenora, there is something I would like to ask you.”

“What is it?”

“If I were to tell you that we Taelons are starting up a Songcrafter school, here on your planet...would you be interested in attending?”

“A Songcrafter school? You mean like the one you were in for a while?”

“Yes. It has been discovered that several of your species have the same gifts that you do, and a good number of them are your age.”

“You're serious?”

“Very.”

“Where will the school be at?”

“From what I have been told, it will be in San Francisco, in the state of California.”

“That's a long ways away.”

“Yes,” he agreed, “You would have to leave the forest and live elsewhere.”

She blinked, thinking, That thought scares me. I'd be at the mercy of the humans, and they hate me! The girl then then asked, “For how long?”

“The studies are for four years, although after half that time, you would reside with your Patron, whoever that may be.” He paused and added, “I will not lie, the Songcrafter's school, here and on Taelon, is competitive, and the challenges will be difficult. But, if and when you graduate, you would be able to do things, like taking what you hear now, and playing it so that everyone else could hear.”

“That'd be great....then people would stop being so hateful...maybe.” She was silent for a moment, then asked, “You sure the Taelons don't have any problems with humans becoming Songcrafters?”

“We would not be setting up such a facility if there were any.”

“I see. So, say I were to agree...what would the process be?”

“First, you would undergo some tests, to find if you have the aptitude necessary. Although I doubt that you will have any problems with that.”

“What then?”

“Then, there is a waiting period. During then, Taelons select from amongst the candidates who they will become Patron to. As I stated before, you cannot begin studies without one, and if yours were to pass into the next level before you begin your third year, you would be expelled. If it happened after that time, you would only be expelled if a Second Patron either was not arranged or if he ascends as well.”

“Hey, you never explained what that meant. What's passing into the next level?”

Da'an was silent for a moment before he replied in a quiet voice, “Your word for it is 'to die'.”

“Oh.”

I'm scared...but I want to make this ability something that isn't a curse. I really do...I want to show the world what real music is like!

“Phenora, you don't have to decide immediately--”

“Yes.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, yes. I'll go. At the least, I'll see if I have what it takes. I mean, they may not pair me with a Patron.”

“I believe they will.”

“Oh, that reminds me...Da'an, do you read books?”

“As often as I can.”

“That include human books?”

“I have not read any as of yet, but I intend to.”

“Then I've got something for you too. It's the thing that you've got in your hands, other than the flute.”

She took her flute back and went to set her present in the shuttle while Da'an opened it. When he looked inside, his face changed colors as he felt surprise.

Inside were a set of four books, and it looked like they had been used before, but were in very good condition. He opened one and saw handwriting, just inside the cover.

This book belongs to, he read, then saw a name that had been scribbled out. Right beside the scribbles, he saw the next word: Da'an.

The other three books had similar writing in them, although they did not have the scribbled out part.

“Mit'gai came to the edge of the forest to check up on me the day after the meteor shower,” she said as she came back, “So I asked him how to spell your name.”

“Are these books originally yours?”

“They were mine. They're yours now.”

“Phenora, I cannot--”

“Consider it a start to your human books collection. I insist.”

He nodded and said, “This is a precious gift, indeed. Thank you,” and then quickly went to the shuttle to set the set near the pilot's seat. Once he came back, he raised his own flute and started to play what notes he could hear from the ocean. It sounded a little clumsy at first, but that did not last for long.

He wouldn't have been a Songcrafter student if he wasn't able to catch on, I guess. It's okay, I don't mind at all.

Phenora smiled and raised her own instrument, playing counterpoint to his point. The notes from the two flutes intertwined, just like the ocean and its living things within.

Times like this are precious, both thought, It's a shame they don't last as long as they should.

Chapter 3: Preparing for Transition


A.N.: I've named one of the recurring characters that is introduced here, An'jil, after a friend of mine.

Also, if you see any words italicized and having brackets around some letters, it's intentional. I managed to get my hands on the Eunoia Lexicon, so while I'll be using some of it, what I said before about words like this being in Eunoia still stands.

After returning the shuttle and seeing Phenora to the edge of the forest, Da'an returned to his quarters, carrying his flute and books. The two of them had stayed on the island in the Carribean until well after the sun had set, merely exploring the island and listening to the songs of nature that were new to both of them, as well as enjoying each others' company.

Though I deal with the humans and see their sides...through the eyes of this innocent young woman and the gift we both have, I am seeing the beauty of this planet's nature and the possibilities of humanity.

The experience was exhilarating, but he was also tired. Before he could rest, though, he had one piece of business with the Commonality. Soon, he was mentally speaking to them.

Quo'on chided, --You have been spending your evenings and nights away. What is it you find so fascinating?--

Da'an replied, --There is a person I have been communicating with during that time. I believe she would be a very good candidate for the Songcrafter school here on Earth.--

--Oh? Who is it?-- the voice that had mentioned the school earlier in the month remarked, --Who is it?--

--Her name is Phenora Langley. She has the abilities normally associated with the caste.--

--She can hear starsong? What about other songs of nature?-- one of the Songcrafter Taelons asked.

--Yes. In fact, she also has the ability to commune with nature,-- Da'an replied, then told them many of the things that he knew about her. Even as he spoke, he could hear subtle laughter from Mit'gai.

--We will need to start testing her immediately,-- the Songcrafter from before said.

--Yes, but we must be very careful. This young woman has been poorly treated by her own kind, and takes refuge in a forest on the outskirts of the town,-- Mit'gai cautioned, --The best course of action would be to gradually acclimate her to living in civilization while this testing is going on.--

--Agreed. Da'an, she trusts you the most. As such, when she is not undergoing testing, Miss Langley will be with you.--

--What about the work in Silent Falls?--

--The meltdown itself has been cleared, however the people will need medical treatment, and we must examine the extent of the damage to the surrounding environment and assist in rebuilding, if possible. I do believe that the teams can spare you for a few days. After then, she may accompany you,-- Quo'on replied.

--If I may suggest,-- the Songcrafter said, –While she assists Da'an with Silent Falls, we can use the opportunity to run some of the tests and see if she is indeed qualified to become a student.--

--That will work well. Da'an, you have your orders.--

--Understood.--

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The next day, in the morning, Phenora was sitting near the waterfall, her flute laying in her lap. She was using the player that her friend had given to her, and she was listening to some of the music on it.

Whoa...of all recorded music I've heard, I never expected Taelon music to be like...this... she thought, I hear life in this, I hear history and emotions! What I hear...I feel in my being!

She started one of the pieces at the beginning, closed her eyes and began to sing. There were no words to her song, only the musical notes. She had heard words, in Da'an's language, but she didn't dare try saying, much less singing them yet.

I don't sing often, and I know plenty who sing better than me...but still...

The young woman lost track of the time as she sang what she heard on the player, letting the life she heard behind each song enter her voice. After one of the selections faded out, she took a breath and opened her eyes. She was startled by who she saw in front of her, sitting with legs drawn up to the body and arms wrapped around them.

“How long have you been sitting there?”

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As soon as he had rested enough, he left his quarters and walked directly into the forest, making sure to greet the animals. By now, he heard the wind and the two birds from before greet him warmly.

Although they are my orders...to be honest, I want to spend this time with her.

Good morning to you as well, he replied, using his new flute to speak with, where is she?

The waterfall, the cardinal answered.

He nodded, gave his thanks, then walked quietly until he was close to his destination. That was when he heard singing. Although there were no words, he could hear the emotions inside the voice, and the song itself was familiar. Within a few steps, he could see the source.

Phenora was sitting on the rocks, just like before. Her eyes were closed and mouth open.

Da'an walked, then sat in front of her, huddled in on himself, then let his chin rest on his knees as he listened, a soft smile on his face.

As the song faded, she took a breath and opened her eyes.

“How long have you been sitting there?”

He merely replied, “Beautiful.”

“Huh?”

“Your voice.”

“It's not. Not really. I know of singers that sound way better than me.”

“I have not heard them. I have heard you. Again I say, your voice is beautiful.”

She turned red and muttered, “Flatterer.” After a moment, she asked, “What's going on? I figured you would be in Silent Falls.”

“I have been given a few days' respite,” he replied, “So I want to spend them exploring this place, and getting to know you better.”

Phenora laughed at this and smiled. “I'd love to, Da'an! I'm sure this place by now has fully welcomed you.”

“It has,” he replied with a smile and got up, then helped her to her feet. “Shall we get started? I want to talk to you about something later today.”

“What about? Is it about--”

“Later. I want to see more of this forest.”

She had to smile at that. He was definitely anxious.

“Okay then, let's start with...”

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It took the good part of the morning to go from the waterfall to the north end of the forest. On the way, they stopped by the cave.

“This cave shows signs of being inhabited.”

“Of course...by me.”

“You?”

“In the winter, the hottest nights and during storms, I sleep in here. Otherwise, I sleep outside.”

“How are you able to eat?”

“There are berries and fruits on the bushes and trees. I try not to kill or eat the animals unless they're hurt beyond healing or they offer themselves.” She paused before asking, “Have you had breakfast yet? What do Taelons eat, anyway?”

“We don't. Not in the manner that matter-based species do, anyway.”

“Matter-based?”

“Yes. Taelons are energy-based, not matter-based.”

“Aww, that's a shame.”

“Why?”

“Means that when someone wants to ask you out to lunch or dinner, you wouldn't be able to.”

He paused, then said, “I had not thought of it that way before. Phenora...”

“What is it?”

“In a few days, I will need to return to Silent Falls. Would you like to help me with restoring the area?”

That surprised her. “What?! What could I possibly do?”

“You can find the areas that have been harmed by the meltdown that we may miss.”

She looked unsure. “There're two problems with that.”

“Explain.”

“For one, I'll wind up like everyone else that got hurt by that disaster.”

“No. There are things you would be able to wear to keep you healthy.”

“I see.” She still had a dubious expression on her face.

“Are you concerned about further attacks upon your person?”

She chuckled and merely said, “You've got to be a mind-reader.”

“Do not worry. I will protect you.”

There was a few moments before she said, “All right, then. I'll do it. I'll help.”

“Thank you.”

The day passed by both quickly and slowly. Once both were back at the waterfall, Phenora went and got some berries from the nearby trees. After eating, the two of them worked on Da'an's flute lessons until the sun was low in the sky. They saw clouds in the sky, and it was questionable as to if they would be able to hear the starsong if there were more.

“You sure catch on quickly. Hard to believe that a few days ago, you never used a flute before,” she commented as they walked towards the edge of the forest that was closest to the Taelons' rooms.

“There are some instruments from my planet that are somewhat similar to this. However, they are made of different materials, and the appearance is different as well.”

“What other kinds of instruments are on Taelon?”

“If and when you do get accepted as a student, you will learn what they are and how to use them.”

“What do you mean?”

“In my first year, I and the others had to learn how to play all of them. I say this so that you will know what to expect.”

“That language you use....does it have a name?”

“It used to not, but other humans have given a name....one that we have recently come to adopt as our own.”

“Oh? What's the name?”

“Eunoia.”

“Sounds pretty. What does it mean?”

“One translation is beautiful thinking.”

She laughed at that.

“I have two instruments from Taelon in my quarters.”

“Oh? Are you going to get one of them?”

“Yes. Come with me.”

She nodded, then a few moments later, she asked, “You sure the other Taelons won't mind me being around there? I noticed just about all humans that I've seen steer clear of there.”

“After our discussion last night, I told them about you. They will not chase you off.”

“Ok, good.”

At the edge of the forest, a pair of Taelons stood. They seemed to be there casually, but...

“I think the one on the left is Mit'gai, but I don't recognize the other one. Are they waiting for us or something?”

“I believe so,” was the reply, “Before we approach them, I must teach you something.”

“What is it?”

“A way of greeting.”

“Oh, you mean like humans wave at others, or salute if in the military.”

“That is a good example. Watch me closely.”

“Okay...”

Da'an then put his left hand near the middle of his chest, then extended his right hand, palm up.

“Try it.”

The first time she tried it, her left hand was a little too high, and Da'an said so, demonstrating again. The second time, she caught on, but decided to practice it five more times, just to be certain.

“As you would say, not bad.”

“Thanks.”

“You are welcome. Now, let us go.”

The human and diplomat then approached the two Taelons, then performed the greeting.

“You learn quickly,” the one on the right said as he gave her an appraising look, “Tell me, how many languages have you learned?”

“I take it you don't mean human languages.”

“You would be correct.”

“Well, I can speak to all the animals in the forest, and I also talk to the wind, the water and the stars. There's the oceansong I heard last night, too, for the first time--”

“What would be the hardest that you have learned?”

She grimaced and replied, “That's an easy question. Thunderstorms, because it mixes watersong, windsong and lightningsong. Next hardest would be firesong. It's pretty much like babbling chaos.”

“Interesting,” he murmured and was about to ask something else when she tilted her head, as though listening to something.

“Oh no...just my luck...”

“What is it?”

“I hear thunderstorm's language right now. One's coming, and it'll be here soon. It'll last all night. So much for seeing how well you can play starsong on your new flute, Da'an.”

“You could tell all that?” the unknown Taelon asked, “and what makes you think that he can play on a flute?”

“Yeah, I could. As to the other question, I've been teaching him how.”

“She has quite the potential, Da'an. You were right to mention her.”

“If I'm rude, sorry but...just who are you?”

Mit'gai blushed blue, and the other two sensed gentle laughter in their minds. “This is An'jil. He is a master Songcrafter and he will be one of the instructors at the school that our people are currently growing.”

“How should I address you? Teacher? Master An'jil?”

“My name will work for now, but if you are accepted and gain a Patron, you will call me Instructor An'jil.”

“Da'an,” Mit'gai said, “I have heard from the others that once the school is established and we gain enough students, I will be posted there as healer.”

“I see. My congratulations to you on your post.”

Before anything else could be said, they all heard the first rumbles of thunder.

“Oh no,” Phenora groaned, “I won't be able to get back to the cave in time.”

“You may stay in my quarters,” Da'an replied.

“You sure you'll have the room?”

“Yes.”

“Then I'll take you up that offer. Thanks.”

“We must go, and I must speak to the others about testing this girl,” An'jil said. The three Taelons repeated the gesture she had seen and used for greeting and quickly followed suit. She then followed Da'an towards the part of the complex that included his own quarters.

“Hey, if someone, like me, were to come to visit you in places like this, would it be proper to knock on the door?”

He looked at her and blinked slowly.

Is he puzzled? She thought, then explained, “I haven't been living in the forest so long that I forgot this: opening the door and coming into somewhere without knocking is rude.”

“Ah, I see. We do have sounds installed near our doors that work the same as what you would call a doorbell. Using that would suffice.”

“Good to know.”

She said nothing more, as she was looking at the building that surrounded her. It definitely didn't look like any kind she had ever seen, and it shimmered at times as they walked. It was also a very distinct shade of purple.

“Is it just me, or is this place alive?”

Da'an said nothing.

They paused in front of what looked like a door. The Taelon raised a hand and moved it in a certain gesture that seemed a bit like a sweeping arc. It opened immediately.

“I believe the term is: come in.”

She followed him inside and found that, for the most part, it was unlike anything she had ever seen. The walls were the same shade of purple, and there were several items in the room, including what looked like a very fancy, very funny looking chair that was over a large hole, as well as a large circle that seemed to be on its side, with three other circles in the middle of it. There were also a table and three less fancy chairs surrounding it. In another part of the room was something that almost looked like a blue candelabra, with white tips. This item was on a stand, and so was the item beside it, which was a large, silver and dark blue arc with multicolored panels of different sizes. This arc was on its side, and she started to wonder if it had fallen down. She started to walk towards these two items, curious in spite of herself.

“Da'an, what are these?”

“They are the Taelon instruments I mentioned before, the valuveula and the [s]euthi'leuma.”

“Which one is which?” she asked.

He walked over to the one that looked like a candelabra, touched one of the white tips and said, “Valuveula,” then touched the arc and said, “[s]euthi'leuma.”

“No offense, Da'an, but the first one looks like a candle holder, or like some kind of tubes. In fact, that's what I thought it was at first.”

“No offense taken.”

Before anything could be said, they heard a sharp crack of thunder and the heavy pelting of rain. She winced at the sound.

“I don't like storms,” she said quietly, “Neither do a lot of the animals. The thunder reminds them of guns too much.”

“Guns? Ah, a human weapon.”

“Yeah, at times people will come into the forest during hunting season. When that happens, I usually can get the hunted ones to go into hiding. Not all of them listen though, mostly the young that don't know any better.” She wanted to change the topic in a hurry, so she asked, “Da'an, you pretty much know what my name's supposed to mean, but...does yours have one?”

“Yes. The closest translation, I believe, would be 'dreaming'.”

She chuckled and replied, “I can definitely see that. It suits you well.” In one side of the room, directly opposite of the fancy chair, was something that looked a lot like a bed.

“I'll bet you're tired from the trip throughout the forest.”

“You are the one that appears to be fatigued.”

“A little, but these storms make me nervous, so I have trouble sleeping when one is going on.”

“I see,” he replied, “You should lie down over there.”

“Wait, if I do, where are you going to sleep? There aren't any other beds in here.”

He gave a small smile then gestured at the chair, saying, “That would be what you would call a bed for Taelons.”

She turned red at her apparent faux pas and lay down on the flat bed, turning towards her friend.

Wow, for a firm bed, it feels soft, like I'm being held by something.

Da'an walked over to the [s]euthi'leuma and turned it on. Sets of lights rose from it into the air, each one being a different color. Each color blended into each other in spots, making it seem like a rainbow of sorts. Five golden lights shimmered to the floor in front of his feet.

What's he planning on?

He took a deep breath and began to touch each of the lights, moving in fluid motions. As he did, music began to play. To her mind, it sounded like this instrument could play a lot of instruments.

Sounds like an orchestra, she thought as she simply listened, but at the same time, it sounds like nature...and this has lots of life to it. Sounds more like a peaceful, cool night at the waterfall...I can't even hear the storm outside...

As he continued to play, using the fluid, sweeping motions at and across each field of light, he saw that she was listening intently, and within a few minutes, she was asleep.

He shut the instrument off, walked over to the chair and stared at her for a few moments. He saw no reason to tell her that what he had played on the instrument was, in all truth, a Taelon lullaby.

No need to tell her that while we were in the forest today, that bed was put in by my brethren. She most likely will figure it out for herself. At least I was able to get her to go to sleep, regardless of the storm outside.

After that thought, he moved his own chair into position and activated the energy shower.

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The next day, Phenora had thought about asking Da'an more about the Taelons and the Songcrafter school. However, as soon as she was awake, An'jil, Mit'gai and two others were at the door to Da'an's quarters.

“While you are here, we may as well see about some of the tests,” the master Songcrafter explained, “To see just how capable you are.”

“Okay,” she replied, “But I better get something to eat first, like some berries or grass.”

“Why not what other humans eat, such as meat?” Mit'gai asked.

“For obvious reasons, I'm a vegetarian.”

Da'an nodded, but the healer blinked, and puzzlement was sensed.

“Perhaps you should explain to him,” the diplomat suggested.

“To me, it'd be like murdering my neighbors. Only times I've eaten meat is if the animal or fish has been too badly hurt or they offer themselves of their own accord.”

“That is understandable. However, the first set of tests are physiological examinations, and they require that you not eat beforehand.”

“That's sensible,” she grumbled, “So much for breakfast. Maybe lunch?”

“You should be done by then.”

“I must tend to some things in the meantime,” Da'an said.

“You're not coming along, Da'an?”

“I cannot. I will be here after the examinations are completed, however.”

“Okay, then.” She then whispered something to the diplomat, who blushed blue, then nodded.

As Phenora walked with the other Taelons, Mit'gai asked, “What did you say to him?”

“Why?”

“As you may or may not have guessed, we Taelons can sense each other's emotions. His reaction was...interesting.”

“What do you mean?”

“If he were a human, his face would be red.”

She couldn't help but laugh at that. Once she calmed down, she said, “Just something about names.”

“I see.”

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After she left, Da'an quickly went into the town, intent on speaking to a pair of humans. The face that his friend lived on nothing but grass, fruits, berries and meat on a very rare occasion disturbed him. It explained why she seemed, by human standards, a little thin.

As he traveled on foot, his mind went back to what Phenora had whispered: “I'll give you a flute lesson when I'm done. See you later...dreaming.”

I should ask her not to say that around others. As it was, I am grateful she only whispered my name's meaning. It was...a bit embarrassing.

He arrived at the local restaurant quickly. To his surprise, both of the humans he wanted to talk to were inside: the owner and Dennis. As the Taelon pushed open the door (he still needed to get used to doing that), a bell chimed.

“Hi, Da'an,” Dennis said, smiling broadly, “Fancy seeing you here.”

“It is fortuitous that you are both in the same location. I needed to speak to you both.”

“Oh? What's up?”

“There is...a young human that is now helping us with the restoration project. I came here to see if arrangements could be made to deliver proper sustenance for her.”

“A new one, huh? How come she doesn't come in herself?”

“For reasons that I would not care to discuss at this time.”

“Hmm...where is she?”

“Currently, she is at the edge of the forest.”

The human behind the counter suddenly had a dark expression on his face. “Are you talking about the wild freak?”

Da'an's eyes widened as he quickly stared the man down with what would later be known as “the Look”.

“Do not say that in front of me again. Her name is Phenora. I suggest you use it.”

“Why would I want to help feed that fr—her of all people?”

“She is capable of finding sources of contamination that we ourselves may miss,” Da'an replied, “There is another reason.”

“And why is that?”

“If all goes as I think they will, when the project is completed, we will be taking her with us.”

“You'd better listen, Trevor,” Dennis said, “You haven't been able to go hunting in two years. Help the Taelons with this, and you'll probably be able to get some game this year.”

Trevor sighed angrily, then said, “What all are you wanting for the freak?”

As Da'an gave The Look again, Dennis cleared his throat and glared.

“Okay, okay! Question still stands.”

“She is what you call a vegetarian.”

“Salads, soy products and such. Gotcha. Anything else?”

“Yes. Have them delivered to our domicile. Ask for either myself or Mit'gai.”

“I guess you'll want some for her to-go before you leave?”

“Yes. I will let you know when to start preparing them.”

“Fine. Sooner she's outta here, better off we'll be...” Trevor grumbled and went through the door into the kitchens.

“Is everyone this hostile regarding Phenora?” Da'an asked Dennis.

“I dunno about everyone, but most are, yeah. Humans hate and fear the unknown, and she definitely counts.”

“An interesting perspective, one that we will need to keep in mind. How about you?”

“Well, I don't hate her, per se. Sure, I don't get her a lot of times. I mean, she's probably like this because she went crazy.”

“She is most certainly not 'crazy'. She has abilities that our people recognize and honor.”

“If you say so. Hey, when you do take her away from here, what'll happen?”

“She will be cared for and well trained in her gifts.”

“Good. Least Mike and Eve will rest easy in their graves, knowing that.”

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Mit'gai went over the results of the first few scans he had run on the young woman. He had been surprised by the readings, but not as much as he would have been a few days before.

“Her ears and mind interpret the languages of nature as songs,” he explained to An'jil.

“That explains the way she answered my questions.”

“Yes. Although crude in fashion, her capabilities are more advanced than most, but not as much as a few other candidates we examined. This is most likely because of her residence in the nearby forest and other such domiciles.”

“So it is possible she may have an easier time learning our language as well.”

“Yes, it is possible.”

“Excellent. The students from other worlds will need to be able to learn it if they are to become full Songcrafters. As you know, that in itself is no small task.”

Mit'gai gave a small nod in agreement. “My only concern will be finding her a Patron. There are some Taelons that will not choose one at all.”

“You're talking about T'than.”

“No. Ones like Zo'or.”

There was a mutual blushing at the mention of that name, as well as the feeling of disgust.

“There are a few that would take her on. We will just have to see,” An'jil continued, “The rest of the tests need to be done soon. Patron's Interval will not be long in coming. We will have candidates from all parts of the planet.”

In the other room, Phenora, wearing a type of clothing similar to a hospital gown, sat on the edge of one of the examining beds, kicking her feet. She called into the other room, “Are you doing to be doing any blood work?”

“Yes,” Mit'gai replied, “I'll start those right now.”

She winced at this and grumbled, “How come you have blood work instruments? I thought Taelons didn't have blood.”

Mit'gai and An'jil came out. The former replied, “We do not, as we are beings of energy.”

“Yeah, Da'an mentioned that.”

“Hold still,” the healer ordered and picked up something that looked a little like a silver gun and fitted a medium sized, clear tube on one end before pressing it against her left forearm.

“Ow!” she said as she felt the small needle go in and watched as her blood filled the tube. He removed it and fitted a second one, which also filled. He then quickly removed the instrument and ran what looked like what she called the knitter, the item the healer had used on her injuries the other night, over the area.

“Talk about short and sweet,” she said, a little surprised, “Hurt less than I thought it would.”

Neither Taelon replied to the comment. The healer then asked, “I take it there are no humans to report examination findings to?”

“That's right.”

“Very well, then,” he continued, “An'jil can escort you back to Da'an's quarters. Tell him to see me in two hours.”

“I'll let him know,” she answered, “I hope that the animals in the forest don't get too worried about me. I haven't been there since yesterday evening.”

“If you want, either Da'an or I can explain. We both have the same gifts you do,” An'jil replied.

“Yeah, that'll be great. Um, could you two please get back into the other room and turn your backs?”

“Of course,” Mit'gai replied. From his tone, she could tell that he he still found it a little strange that humans were modest in most senses of the word. He motioned for the instructor to come with him. Once both were in the other room and not looking, the young woman quickly changed back into her clothes.

“Okay, changed,” she called out.

An'jil came back out, then flashed blue for a moment before speaking.

“Da'an has returned. He will be in his quarters by the time we arrive.”

She nodded, but said nothing as she followed the Songcrafter through the corridors.

“Are you unwell?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Da'an has said that you are more...talkative.”

“When I have a lot on my mind, I tend to be quiet. I'm just wondering what'll happen to me if I don't have what it takes, or if no Patron selects me.”

“Most likely, you will resume living as you always have been.”

“I see.” She was quiet for another minute, then asked, “An'jil, you've done the full four years. Can you tell me what it was like?”

“Why?”

“I know it'll be tough and competitive, but other than that, I really don't know that much.”

He stopped moving for a moment, then turned to her. “The first year is mostly learning as many instruments as possible. In your case, every instrument that exists on your planet.”

“All of them? You do know there are lots out there.”

“Of course. There will be some differences from the normal Taelon curriculum. One of them is that each student will also be learning our language.”

“Eunoia?”

“Yes. Another difference is that there will be three meal periods. First and second year students will be residing at the school in San Francisco, while third and fourth year students live with their Patrons and commute to a different school.”

“I see. Seems that the more I learn, the more questions I have. No recess or break, I take it?”

“Yes, there will be. We will also be growing a recreation room, with human and Taelon games inside.”

“Taelons play games?”

Now he sounded bemused. “Yes. There are games such as Kallion and Foovlasha.” The tone become more serous as he added, “Be grateful that the more...serious forms of the latter will be forbidden at the school.”

“Sounds like something I should ask Da'an about.”

“Yes, for your own sake.”

“Why not ask you?”

The Songcrafter did not reply.

Soon they reached a set of doors. Phenora stopped when An'jil did.

“Let's see how observant you are,” he said, “Find the chime.”

She nodded, then closed her eyes, thinking back carefully to when she had entered the infirmary. She opened her eyes, looked at the panel, then touched the mark on the far left. Three notes were emitted, sounding just like a wind chime.

“Very good.”

“Thanks. If and when I go to the school, am I going to need to know the gestures you use to open doors?”

Before An'jil could answer, they heard a familiar voice speak, but it wasn't in English.

“What did he say?” she asked.

“It translates to 'enter',” was the reply before the Taelon took a step forward. The doors opened and the young girl quickly walked in behind him.

Sure enough, Da'an was inside, standing near the large, fancy chair. An'jil raised his hands in the Taelon greeting and she followed suit.

“No need for that with me,” the diplomat said to both of them.

“Da'an, she will need the practice.”

“Yes, that may be the case, but not with me. On this, I must insist.”

“Very well.”

“Oh, Da'an. Mit'gai said he wants to see you in two hours,” Phenora said.

Her friend nodded, then said, “There are some things for you at the table.”

She looked in the direction he indicated. Her eyes went wide with surprise.

On the table was a bowl of fresh salad, a container full of what looked like tofu and a glass of milk.

“Umm, well...vegetarians don't--”

“I have been assured it is a type that is acceptable. I believe the human who prepared it called it soy milk.”

Now she smiled. “This is really sweet of you, Da'an. Thanks.”

“You are welcome.”

An'jil motioned to Da'an and said, --One of us, either you or I, should inform the animals in the forest about her current whereabouts and activities. She seems convinced that they would be worried.--

--She would be right. Come with me, and we will tell them now.--

“Phenora, we will be back in a few minutes,” Da'an said and picked up his flute, “We should let them know so that they do not worry.”

“Thanks,” she replied, sounding very grateful, and sat in one of the chairs and picked up the fork, fully intending on digging in.

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Da'an and An'jil stood outside of the set of buildings that housed quarters for the Taelons, just at the edge of the forest. The former held the flute gently in his hands.

“Do not go any further than here.”

“Why not? This is just a forest, Da'an.”

“She and the animals live within it. It would be...disrespectful. Besides, while it does welcome me, I am not sure that you would be regarded in the same manner.” With that, the diplomat raised the flute to his lips and began to play on it.

An'jil watched and listened closely. Although it seemed a little bit like a foreign dialect, he could hear the words: Good afternoon, gentle forest. Good afternoon, west wind.

The wind blew, swirling about Da'an. The words were very clear: Good afternoon, Friend Da'an. Is the two-legs girl well?

“Amazing,” the Songcrafter whispered.

She is well indeed. She did not want to be out in the storm last night, so I sheltered her. She is undergoing tests to see how strong her ability is. Da'an felt the master Songcrafter's curiosity and irritation and added, This is An'jil, a master Songcrafter. His ability is much more developed than either mine or Phenora's.

The wind swirled around both Taelons now, and the words changed. Welcome, An'jil.

”Thank you for your greeting. I am sorry I have no instrument on hand to reply with.”

That is all right, the wind replied.

Da'an continued, Phenora will slowly be undergoing transition during this time.

I know, the wind answered, although this place has welcomed her, she still belongs amongst the two-legged ones. She will have a better life with Taelons than she will with humans. Take good care of her, Da'an.

The reply, by way of the flute reflected his reaction, soft but firm: I will. The notes changed back in tone as he continued, I must make sure that she and I rest, for I intend on spending the night with her within the forest...with your blessing, of course.

You have it. Until later, Friend Da'an. Take care, Taelon An'jil.

The wind then stopped swirling around them and blew on its normal pattern.

An'jil looked at the diplomat and said, “A shame that your Patron passed to the next level during Second Interim, Da'an. You would have surpassed even me.”

“That was not to be my lot in life. I am grateful for the path it did take, actually.”

“Oh?”

“If I had become a full Songcrafter, I would not have come to Earth like this, nor met Phenora.”

“Very true.”

The two Taelons returned inside the complex, then parted ways. Da'an would make sure that the young woman had eaten, then would be meeting with Mit'gai. After then, the human and Taelon would both be resting in their own ways. The prospect of being in the forest at night with her was, to be honest, an exciting one.

Chapter 4: Transistion

A.N.: The tune that seems to fit once the sun sets would be “A Stray Child”, from .hack//SIGN.

Once Da'an entered his quarters, he found that Phenora was slumped at the table. At first he had thought that she had become ill or unconscious until he got close to her. That was when he heard light sounds in a rhythmic pattern, coming from her.

The young teenager was asleep.

He sighed mentally, smiling a little. He gently picked her up and carried her to the human bed.

For a human, she is relatively light. At least I will not need to get her to rest for later.

He set her down just as gently and made sure that she was comfortable before going back outside, carrying his own flute again. He had checked the time and found that his talk with Mit'gai was not for another hour and 45 minutes, so he intended on practicing until then.

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Precisely two hours after the young human had left the infirmary, Da'an entered it. Mit'gai stood in the main examining room and said, “I have the results of her testing.”

“I take it at least some of them are cause for concern.”

“Correct. On average for humans, she would be classed as underweight. Also, the tests on her blood has uncovered numerous deficiencies.”

“She did state that she is a vegetarian and had been eating only fruits, berries and grass. However, this has concerned me for some time. I have...taken steps to ensure that this is corrected.”

“That would certainly help. There is some better results of the testing.”

“And they are?”

“She has all the markers, physiologically, of Songcrafter traits. As I said to An'jil, her mind and ears interpret the languages of nature as music and songs, which she has an affinity for. She may also have an easier time learning our language than other humans.”

“Now all that remains is for An'jil to conduct his own tests on her potential.”

“And for her to be matched to a Patron. That concerns me as well. There are those that would not be receptive to the process, with the students being human. Zo'or, for one.”

“I know this as well, or better, than you do,” the diplomat said, voice pained, “I will do whatever it may take to ensure that Phenora is matched. Her abilities cannot be allowed to go to waste.”

“I agree.”

“Is there anything else?”

“No.”

“Then I will be on my way. I will need to enter the energy shower early.”

Mit'gai nodded and watched as Da'an left the infirmary.

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As soon as he returned to his quarters, he saw that Phenora was still sleeping, then quickly went to his chair and activated the energy shower. Almost immediately, he heard, through the Commonality, the voice of Quo'on.

--How goes it with the human girl?--

--It goes well. Mit'gai conducted his examinations on her earlier. An'jil will start his soon.--

--About that...day after tomorrow, you will resume work on restoring Silent Falls. My orders about her assisting still stands, as do the ones about her remaining with you.--

--Understood.--

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The first thing that Phenora heard when she woke up was a soft, gentle hum that was almost melodic.

It sounds...pretty.

That was when she realized that she was lying on the bed...which meant she was still in Da'an's quarters.

Wait a minute...I had finished that nice lunch. My eyes burned and I felt tired. Did I drowse off? That would mean that I was carried to the bed...and only one I know of that might, especially without waking me up. That's so sweet of him.

She sat up and looked about her. In front of her was a set of energy beams, moving in an arc, all of which was centered on one location. At that space, the beams seemed to simply float, surrounding something that was lying still on what looked like a bed that was as fancy as the chair she had seen before. The one on that bed had a human shape, but was made out of something that looked like a cross between energy, crystal and sapphires.

I wonder, is that...Da'an? Wow...!

She smiled and whispered something in a low voice.

After a few moments, the energy streams slowed, as as they slowly stopped, the bed actually shifted until it became the chair from earlier...and the jewel-like being regained its more familiar form.

“I see you are awake,” Da'an said to her.

“Yeah, I woke up a few minutes ago. If I woke you from your nap--”

“You did not, so don't apologize.” He blinked slowly and then asked, “Were you referring in the general sense, or on a personal level?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your whisper. I believe your words were, 'How come you don't show the humans how beautiful you really are?'”

She turned beet red at this. “You heard me?”

“Yes.”

“Well...I was meaning in general.”

He looked at her with an expression in his eyes that surprised her.

Is that look mischievous?

“I do believe that is, as humans would put it, payback for the comment about names this morning.”

“Y-yeah, it would be called payback. The question, though, was legitimate, and so was the sense.”

“Ah. We have found that humans are more comfortable with beings that more closely resemble themselves. That is why we prefer to use the facade when in contact with your species.”

“That explains it. By the way, what time is it?”

“It is late afternoon, close to twilight.”

“You let me sleep that late?” she asked, incredulous, “I'll not be getting any sleep tonight.”

“That was the intention. I have seen and been in this forest proper during the day. However in the evening, I have only gone as far as the clearing.”

“Well, if that was the idea, you're in for a treat. Around this time of year, a lot of night creatures come out, like nightingales, other night birds...especially fireflies. They tend to gather all around, but mostly at the waterfall.” She paused and added, “Tonight is when they'll be at their most. It's a sight to see. A lot of them won't be turning in until dawn.”

“So neither will we.”

“You sure you'll be okay with that? You'll be up way past your bedtime, too.”

At first he looked puzzled, then said, “If my interpretation of your words is correct, there is no need to worry. It is why I entered the energy shower so early.”

The young woman laughed and said, “In that case, pick an instrument or two. It's going to be a fun night.”

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Within minutes, Da'an and Phenora were walking from the Taelon domiciles. Both had their flutes, but the Diplomat also had, around his waist, the valuveula. Both made sure to use the earth instruments to greet the forest and the animals.

Good evening, two-legged one and Friend Da'an, the familiar cardinal from before replied, You come on a good night.

Which is why we came, Da'an replied.

Follow me. The night birds will awaken shortly.

The two quickly followed the bird to the waterfall. The sun was very low in the sky, seemingly setting the area aflame, and coloring the waters in golden amber.

“What a sight,” she said in an awed voice.

“I must agree,” the Taelon replied in similar tones.

I am glad that you two came tonight, the bird spoke as both sat down near the usual rocks, for this will be the last.

The two beings looked at each other, puzzled. She then asked, Why? What do you mean?

I may not seem it, but I am old, and so is the blue jay. When us two birds sleep this night, we shall not wake again.

Her eyes widened with shock and she whispered out loud, forgetting to use the flute, “No...it can't be. I found both of you when I came to this forest. Your wings were injured, and I nursed you back to health.”

We will be forever grateful for it, but our time on this plane will soon end.

“No...”

Da'an quietly said, “We all must pass into the next level, Phenora, even you and I. Taelons are taught not to fear it.”

“I-I'm not afraid of it....but...death really hurts those left behind, at least for us humans.”

“We are affected by passing of others as well.”

The blue jay flew and landed beside the cardinal, close to the human and Taelon. We have one last request, the birds said in unison, We will remain near you tonight. By the time that the stars start to disappear, our souls will have flown free. We ask that you place our bodies in the earth, in this place.

Phenora's eyes shone with tears, but she managed to reply, using the flute, We'll do it.

As the sun began to set and began its song that the two could hear, the birds fluttered nearby and chirped to Da'an. He nodded and held out one hand, palm up. The blue jay landed on it and closed its eyes, as did the Taelon.

What's he doing now? She wondered as she watched as blue lines filled his entire face for a few moments. When he regained his facade, the bird flew off of his hand and onto the rock beside him, while the cardinal landed on the hand, closing its eyes as well.

I don't dare ask what they're doing, she thought, maybe not until later, and remained silent until the facade resumed and the red bird landed beside her.

“What was that?” she asked, in spite of herself.

“I will explain at a later time.” He whispered to the birds, “Thank you.”

Now I know how it feels to fly in the air on a pair of wings...

They both chirped.

When the sun finished setting, they could see the day birds going to sleep in their nests, while owls started coming out, right along with the graceful, black birds. Other animals showed themselves as they walked by, including some deer. The glow from bright dots began to move in the air.

“Those dots are the fireflies,” she said quietly.

The nightingales chirped to the cardinal and blue jay, who answered back. While that discussion was going on, Da'an set his flute down gently and turned on the Taelon instrument that he had with him. Columns of light shot out from each of the parts that she had previously thought were candle holders.

I think he's going to play some music from his world, the young lady said, using her flute, you're in for a treat!

She watched as he began to move his hands slowly and gracefully through the light columns. He moved them in all different directions, and he did so more slowly than on the other one that he had used the other night.

Whoa...this sounds a bit like what I heard the other day, on those tapes he gave me. Is this one of the instruments used in that? It sounds really pretty! This tone, though....it's also sad...like it's saying goodbye.

Little did she realize that Da'an had chosen this song as a farewell to the cardinal and blue jay. The other songs he chose were more upbeat, yet they also seemed to complement the nightingales, fireflies and everything else that was still living.

It's like these songs from this world of his were meant to be here, all along. That's how it feels to me.

“You're...really good at that one, Da'an.”

“I beg to differ. There are other Taelon Songcrafters that are much better at it than I. It is a very difficult instrument to master.”

She chuckled and said, “I haven't heard them, but I've heard you.”

He smiled a small, wry smile, then replied, “Casting my own words back at me will not change the facts.”

“Worth a shot.”

He blushed a dark blue. If she had been able to tell which emotion was which, Phenora would have known that her Taelon friend was laughing.

The two continued to play their instruments, he on the valuveula, she on the flute until the stars disappeared, and the sky turned gray, and then into multiple colors.

“You've never heard the sunrise music, have you?”

“No.”

“Then you're the one in for a treat.”

Both of them listened quietly as they heard something that sounded very soft at first, then gradually louder, yet not too loud. It seemed to be calling for the living things to awaken from sleep. Slowly, the flowers around them began to open their petals, as though in response to the song. Even Da'an could feel something course through him while it played.

How could I have never been out of the energy shower during this? It is beyond beautiful, he thought.

He then looked carefully and said very softly, “Phenora.”

She was looking away from him and her shoulders shook.

“Phenora?”

“The...the birds...”

Beside them, the cardinal and the bluejay lie on their sides, their eyes closed. He did not need to look at them closely to know that they had both passed into the next level.

He put down the Taelon instrument and turned her gently. He was not surprised to see tears falling down her face.

Death really hurts those left behind, she had said earlier.

“I know,” he replied as he blushed blue, losing his facade for a few moments, “I mourn their passing as well.”

She nodded and brushed her face, then said, “I've got...something I have to do.”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“Something we have to do.”

She looked at him, surprised. “You'll get your hands dirty.”

“I know, and for once, I do not care.”

“Thanks, Da'an...”

The two found a spot, near those very rocks and used their hands to dig two holes in the ground. After they were dug deep enough, they put the two small bodies into the ground, then filled the holes. Phenora grabbed two small sticks and a jagged rock, then carved a cross into each one before putting the sticks into the ground, at the head of each tiny grave.

“You're gonna be missed, you two,” she said, “You always stood watch at the edge of the forest after your wings healed, even after Da'an and his people came. You can rest now.”

The Taelon then spoke in his own language, something that was low and gentle. After he fell silent, she said, “I should get my clothes.”

“Your...clothes?”

“The ones in the cave. I don't think I can go back in here after today...not for a long while anyway, so I should get my things now.”

“I understand. You may still stay in my quarters, if you like.”

“I will. Thanks.”

She quickly went to the cave where she had been living and grabbed her other two outfits, then went back to the Taelon, who had the Taelon instrument around his waist and carrying his own flute. As she did, she picked up her own flute and grimaced. She heard the language of thunderstorms, coming their way.

“Another--”

“Yes, I heard it too,” he replied.

“This one will be here all day, then will be gone by morning. We'd better get back to the Taelon rooms before we both catch cold.”

“Catch cold?”

“You know...get sick from being out in the rain.”

“Taelons are not affected by most temperature changes, and the rain does not affect us either.”

“You've got it lucky, then. When we're out in rain or a storm, we tend to get sick.”

“Then we should hurry.”

Both managed to get inside the set of domiciles by the time that the first clap of thunder sounded, and into Da'an's quarters before the rain started falling.

“We should both rest until afternoon.”

“Yeah, good idea.”

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As she had said, the storm lasted the entire day. She was grateful that when it was time for lunch and dinner, someone had come with salads, soy milk and tofu for the first meal and a batch of stir fry with tofu and water for dinner. She could tell just by looking at it that it had no meat in it.

After lunch, An'jil came by to do some of the aptitude tests, which went by quickly, to her mind. He had brought recordings of types of nature and had her listen to them. She had given the answers rather quickly, faster than he had expected.

She definitely can understand the languages of nature, but whether she can communicate with other than what is in the forest is yet to be seen. Da'an resumes his work in Silent Falls tomorrow, and she will go with him...as will I. The rest will be determined at that time.

He had noticed that her eyes were red, but the diplomat fixed such an expression onto the master Songcrafter that An'jil wisely decided not to even ask.

“When we rise in the morning,” Da'an said to her later, “I will be resuming work in Silent Falls, and you are going with me.”

“I was wondering when that was going to start.”

“First, we will be going into the town. There will be some other humans working with us that will be having first meal at the restuarant.”

“Breakfast, huh...wait, did you say 'we' on that one?” she asked, suddenly concerned.

“They will not harm you,” he said, “I, at the least, will make certain of that.”

She nodded, relieved. “It's funny...”

“What is?”

“A month ago, I would never have imagined that I'd be leaving the forest, much less being friends with two-legs...I mean beings, that come from space.”

“Nor would I have considered ever meeting someone like you.”

“Hm. Companions...”

“Excuse me?”

“In a way, I guess that really fits us, in all senses of the word.”

He gave a small smile but did not reply to the statement.

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The next morning, Phenora, Da'an, Mit'gai, An'jil and a few other Taelons went into the town. As she feared, there were people that saw her and started to be hostile. All it took to silence them was for the Songcrafter, healer and the diplomat to get in front of her and give certain expressions to discourage any further attacks.

Once they arrived at the restaurant, she took a deep breath, opened the door and went in. Almost immediately, the people sitting at the tables looked up and the look on their faces showed disgust.

“Get out,” one of them said, “This place doesn't serve freaks.”

The fact that she was not alone encouraged her to reply with, “I've as much right to be here as you. I'm not leaving this time.”

“Then we'll just have to make you leave, won't we?” one of the patrons, a man that she recognized as a lumberjack, got up and cracked his knuckles. Two others, a man and a woman, got up as well, nasty looks on their faces.

As this was going on, the group of Taelons had entered and saw what was going on and quickly got between the two groups.

“I suggest you cease and desist,” Da'an said quietly, tone brooking no argument.

That was when the owner came out and said, “You bozos! Get back to your seats and shut up.”

“But--”

“Pete, she's helping the Companions with Silent Falls, starting today,” he said to the lumberjack, “So she's got right to be here.”

“She is also under our protection,” the diplomat added, “So any attacks, verbal or physical, would be highly discouraged.”

That made the small mob grumble and sit back down.

“I'll get your meal out, so take a seat with them,” the owner said to her.

“What about payment?” she asked.

“Don't worry about that, Langley,” was the only answer he gave before he went back into the kitchen.

She sat in a chair at an empty table and said to Da'an, “Thanks.”

“It is not a problem. I did say that you would be protected.”

The other Taelons also sat down near her, with the diplomat to the immediate left, all quiet.

A few minutes later, the owner came in with the meals for some of the people. He first went over to her table and set down a bowl filled with something brown and hot, as well as toast with margarine on it and a glass of orange juice. She looked at it curiously.

“It's oatmeal,” he explained, “Should work for you.”

“It does. Thanks,” she replied and started eating.

--How humans can be friendly towards us, yet me so savage towards one of their own kind...I will never understand,-- Mit'gai thought.

The other Taelons agreed.

--We are quite capable of finding any places on our own,-- one of the others thought, --Why do we need her?--

An'jil replied, --We do not, per se. However, the Songcrafters' testing of this human must be carefully customized, considering her past history that Da'an and Mit'gai have mentioned and witnessed. The work in Silent Falls will do perfectly for the rest of the tests.--

--That is more understandable,-- the others reluctantly agreed.

Once all the humans involved had finished eating, they went into two of the Taelon shuttles. Of course, Phenora went in her friend's shuttle, which already had her flute in it. Within minutes, they had arrived at the outskirts of the one town she had not set foot into in two years: Silent Falls.

“It's odd,” she murmured inside the shuttle.

“What is?”

“I haven't been here since around the time that I found out that my parents were dead. It's kind of surreal.”

Da'an said nothing, nor did the others.

“Time to see what all's hurt, if anything,” she continued nervously. She took a deep breath, then nodded to herself and raised the flute to her lips and began to play.

Wind, are you here? Is anything here that feels sick? She asked, then closed her eyes for a moment as An'jil watched.

After a moment, the wind swirled around her as it answered, There are plants and animals that scream in sickness. Do you hear them?

An'jil observed the exchange closely.

“Plants and animals are affected by the radiation from the meltdown. It's coming from the pond that's northeast of here, about three miles.”

The Taelons looked to the master Songcrafter, who nodded in confirmation.

This will be interesting indeed.

Over the course of the day, four other locations were found by Phenora and confirmed by the Taelons. All the while, An'jil was recording his findings so that he could put together a candidate's profile for her as soon as they returned to their domiciles.

The next few days went by in a similar fashion: breakfast at the restaurant, work on restoring Silent Falls during the day, lunch, followed by Da'an and Phenora out in the foothills at sunset, stargazing and chatting, just as they had done before.

During that time, An'jil officially submitted the teenager's profile as a candidate, along with his certification.

“Just barely in time for Patron's Interval,” he grumbled.

“How long does that period last?” she asked.

“Seven of your days. If you do not have a Patron before the end of that time, you will not be accepted as a student.”

“Yeah, Da'an told me about that. I hope I do get a Patron.”

--Being a late entry, the odds are not in her favor,-- An'jil communicated to Da'an, --You should be prepared for what may happen if...--

--That will not happen,-- the diplomat stated, --I will do whatever it takes.--

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Seven days later, Phenora found herself very nervous, no matter what she had tried to do to calm herself. She had not gotten any word as of yet as to if she had been matched with a Patron or not.

I wonder what'll happen if I'm not matched, she thought, I'll probably go find another forest or place like that to live in. I still can't go back to the one here, not after those two birds died.

A few minutes after that thought, An'jil came by Da'an's quarters, where she was still staying.

“Da'an's not here, he's gone to see Mit'gai. If you want, I'll go get him,” she offered.

“No. It is you I am here to speak to,” the master Songcrafter replied.

“I-I see. What is it?”

“You have been matched.”

“Matched?” she asked, “You mean, to a Patron?”

“Yes,” he replied, “I will be honest, though, this matching was almost last minute. You almost were not.”

“I see,” she answered, letting out a sigh of relief.

“I will now go over the rules with you,” the Taelon continued, “The first and most important rule: while a student, you will conduct yourself with your best behavior, and not do anything that would besmirch the honor of the school or its staff.”

“I will always be on my best behavior,” she replied.

“Good. The second rule is this: To prevent favoritism, the identity of each student's Patron is kept anonymous, from both yourself and your peers. No student is to pursue or learn the identity of their Patron until the start of the Third Year.”

“That makes sense,” she admitted.

“Yes, it does. However, every week at the least, you are to write a progress report to your Patron, which we will send to him. You can send these reports more often if you wish, but they must be once a week at the least. Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

“Also...from now on, you will be referring to the members of the staff, including Taelons, by their proper titles. For example, you will call me Instructor An'jil, and Mit'gai as Healer Mit'gai, unless he says to continue addressing him without the title.”

“That's understandable.”

“Each student will reside in the dorms on the school grounds and will have a weekly allotment for things such as clothing, supplies, and other items. Curfew is at 9:00, lights-out is by 10:00. If you are caught in the hallways after lights-out without a good reason, there will be consequences. Understand?”

“Yes, Instructor.”

“You will have three school uniforms, which you are to keep in good condition and wear during classes and outside of the school. If you end up needing another after the third, it will come out of the weekly allotment.”

“That makes sense.”

“Speaking of the uniforms, the ones you receive are strictly for first and second years; if you make it to Third Year, you will receive a different one. Understand?”

“Yes, Instructor.”

“Are there any questions?”

“When am I to leave for San Francisco?”

“You will receive your uniform in a few hours, and depart tomorrow morning in the shuttle with Mit'gai and myself.”

“Should I tell Da'an when he gets back?”

“He already knows.”

“I see.”

“Is there anything else?”

“No, Instructor An'jil.”

“Then I will see you tomorrow morning, immediately after your first meal.”

She nodded and gave what she called the Taelon gesture, which he returned before leaving. After he left, she grabbed her flute and sat in one of the chairs, waiting.

Phenora didn't wait long. Within a few minutes, Da'an had returned.

“I see An'jil has spoken to you.”

“Yes, he did.”

“Are you not going to say goodbye to the forest?”

She paused before answering slowly, “Maybe I should. Although...I think the night the birds died, I already did.”

“No. You said your farewells to them, but not to the rest of the vicinity.”

She sighed, then nodded. “All right, then.”

“Shall we go?”

“Yeah. Let's get it out of the way. The sooner, the better.”

They both took up their flutes and left Da'an's quarters. Within minutes, both were outside, standing at the edge of the forest.

“It's ironic...the very place where my life changed is where the old one ends,” she said quietly.

“Yet, with every ending, a new beginning occurs, does it not?”

“I guess it does. It's definitely the case here. Well...here goes.”

Both raised their flutes and played, in unison, Good afternoon, forest. Good afternoon, West Wind.

The animals could be heard from within, asking, We have not heard from you within days. We worried that you might not speak with us again.

Phenora took a deep mental breath and replied, About that...the time has come for me to say goodbye to this place. Come the morning, I will be leaving with the Taelons.

The animals replied with protest, but the wind swirled about the two of them.

I knew this day would come...and in truth, I hoped for it. After all, you are a human and ideally should live amongst them. But, since that is not to be, you would live a better life with the Taelons. Friend Da'an, I entrust her to you and your race.

I thank you, Da'an replied.

I and the other winds blow everywhere, so if you should wish to speak to me or the others, just listen for us.

I will. Thanks. Goodbye, Phenora replied, although the last word in Naturesong came out, sad and difficult in tone. She then turned to the Taelon and said, “You want to see the sunset from here? It'll be the last time.”

“The last for a long time, yes, but not the last in your lifetime. We will see each other again.”

“We will?”

“Yes. This I promise you.”

“That makes me feel a bit better about all this,” she replied.

“Good. And to answer your question, I would be pleased to see such a sight. Let us go to the foothills. After a time, though, we must return. You will need your rest for what is to come.”

“Yeah...that's true. Da'an....thanks.”

“What is this for?”

So many reasons entered her mind, too many to speak out loud all at once, and she looked frustrated because of it.

Try with Naturesong, she heard the wind whisper. She nodded and began to play her thoughts and emotions.

My thanks....for finding me that first night...For stopping me from leaving...

For protecting me from those children and the townspeople...

For the birthday presents at the Carribean...

For exploring the forest with me...

For being there when the birds died, for helping me bury them...

For letting me help you with restoring the town...

For turning me onto this new life...

For being my friend...

As she played these emotions and thoughts, Da'an not only lost his facade, but was moving not only his head, but his hands as well, more than he usually did. As the notes faded, he regained his human form and spoke, voice quiet and hushed.

“This is rare...I find myself speechless.”

She laughed at that and lead the way towards the foothills. It would be years before she would realize that Da'an's unusual reaction meant that he had been deeply touched by her sentiments.

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The next story is being written right now. It's "London Ladies", taking place at the same time as "Meeting in Moonlight", but follows four girls in London during a certain day.