Aviance came to a drop off. She laid on her stomach, staring down at the creatures below.
In the moonlit clearing, around a pond, there were four sirens, stanging in a circle. They were swaying, their great feathery wings unfurled. They were singing, their faces tilted towards the sky, their eyes closed.
Aviance whispered to Antoinette, "It's a song of mourning. They're remembering someone who left them, long ago." She looked again, noticing that one space was empty. "The girl who would have been standing in that spot. She left them. And they haven't seen her since." she continued. She shifted, pulling her music box closer to herself.