Now, this... this city was unique. Blake had thought Vale to be one of the end-alls in large, crowded cities-- but wherever this country was, the place Blake had landed this time seemed to take the cake for it. Clamoring out of the most recent portal she’d entered, Blake had been spat out in a back alley connected to a street that could only be describes as chaotic. Making a face somewhere between reluctance and queasiness, she turned around and melted back into the alley.
Just as she had been ready to climb back in and find somewhere else to scour, something caught her attention-- a melodious voice filled the air, drifting dfown from somewhere in the expansive building she’d crouched next to. She’d never quite heard anything like it-- sure, there were many talented signers around where she’d come from, but this... this voice didn’t sound all human. It was light, and high-- like the sound of windchimes filtered through high-quality speakers.
Curiosity getting the better of her, she looked around-- there didn’t appear to be anywhere else to go from there, considering the only door at ground-level was locked. Eyeing the large, insanely high wall, she shrugged-- it was rare for Blake to meddle too much in the places she visited, but she had little interest in wandering around the stargate any longer than she already had. Hoisting herself onto the nearest hold she could find, she decided she’d scale what she could of the building-- she had to find out who, or what, was creating that melody.
