She felt the air around her get warmer as she walked, she mostly ignored whatever her companions said, walking along her own path. Instinctively, she undid the string that held her coat together, letting Echo slip out onto the cave floor. He landed on his feet and shook his body as he felt the temperature change. He calmly kept pace with his mother as she played her music. The song was getting louder in Alya's ears, but it seemed as though no one else could hear it, but that didn't worry her at all. As usual, her eyes were closed as she played her flute, but she felt the air around her change as they entered the large room. She ended the song as the singing stopped, opening her eyes to see the beautifully decorated cave. Her eyes, however, were drawn to the cottage into the spring. And then to a naked White elf woman who was atop of a rock.

Alya's face involuntarily smiled back at the Elven woman's smile. She felt her worries disappear when the woman said that she was here to help her. Alya didn't feel any doubt in her mind.

[b][color=f6989d]"Come, join me. I must help you, it is my Purpose."[/color][/b] Alya nodded slowly, complying. [color=6ecff6][i]Purpose?[/i][/color] She thought. It reminded her of what her mother had told her. About the 'Purpose' for White Elves. Her mother's purpose was to run the tavern, but as she had been told, all White Elves receive different.. 'callings'. Perhaps she will get hers soon? She wasn't an adult by Elf standards, but an adult by human standard. She fell in between as a half-breed. Her mother had always told her that she will receive her purpose when she turned 20. That was this year. What might it be? 

As Alya walked toward the water, she absentmindedly removed her boots, coat, leaving them scattered in a trail behind her. Echo whined at her, reminded her of his presence. She crouched down and gave Echo a reassuring pat before gesturing that he go eat some of the food that the Elf had provided. Echo licked Alya's hand before running off toward the cottage, across the stone path. 

Alya stepped into the water. It was warm, comforting. She felt more than half of her small body sink into the water. Alya slowly made her way to the rock next to the woman. She slowly climbed out of the water, sitting on the rock. She gave the Elf a slight bow and a smile as a greeting, for she could not speak. She did, however still have her flute in hand, so she could play music if need be.