Melody was both anxious and excited all at once. She was about to meet her "partner" and weapon. A treasure which could not be stolen from her. She peered between the printed map and the steps that lead down. Her stomach twisted up and felt as though it had been temporarily moved into her chest cavity. There was just so much to take in, but this... it sounded important - no, it felt important.

But what if they didn't like her? What if they didn't "mesh" well? What if they did not like her style - or vice versa? There were so many what ifs that plagued her thoughts before suddenly a voice interrupted. It was familiar but so very distant as it called out her name, "Melodyyy..." She rolled her eyes. That so wasn't totally creepy. Not at all. She hugged herself anxiously but despite the creep factor, she felt drawn to it. Was this what it was like to become possessed?

She finally began her descent into the cove, slowly convincing herself with each careful footfall that this was exactly like some sort of dungeon. It was just a small dungeon. One full of treasure and well - she did come here seeking an adventure. She just can't have all of the treasure. Right? She reached the bottom and the final step was slightly lower than expected causing her to stumble and catch herself on the wall - Or rather, catch herself on a tablet that promptly "chattered" at her. Like the actual chattering of teeth. She withdrew both her hand and the question of taking more than one of these ... things... with her.

She peered around the "room" at first, oh - some of the markings and designs looked so interesting. But then it seemed to suddenly register that this was like finding a needle in a haystack. Which one was hers? How would she know? She didn't want to touch any more of them without knowing. But would she have to in order to know? "Melody..." The voice called again with a soft rasp that seemed like it could have been coming from everywhere and anywhere all at once.

No, wait, two could play that game. "WHERE ARE YOU??" she shouted at the wall. No answer. "HELLO?!" She drew her breath, about to call out again when the voice echoed softly in and out of existence again, this time apparently unamused, "Shhhh... la... dies... do not shhh...out..." She turned her head towards a section of wall that had been directly behind her. The voice was gone again, but something was drawing her to this area in particular, something she couldn't put her finger on. Or maybe she could. She poked a tablet with her index finger, "Marco..."

A voice replied, "Poking is rude."

Melody immediately set to work, digging her manicured fingers in around the tablet to pry it out. There was a little resistance at first, but the moment the tablet slid free - it disappeared from her hands and she stumbled back. A flash of light enveloped her shoulder and she finally heard him, clear as day and both in and surrounding her, "And the name is Whisper, m'lady, not Marco, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

She glanced nervously to her shoulder, pitch black feathers lightly brushing her cheek as his form became reality. "U-uh... th-the pleasure... the pleasure is... it is......" She held her other hand out to the object. "I apologize, but I am unable to move," he advised her before the pause became too awkward.

Oh.

"Shall we?" Whisper asked, more than ready to leave this dreary little graveyard.

"We shall," Melody assured as she began to ascend the steps, just as eager to get out of there.