"Welcome! I'm glad to have someone who'll be interested in the actual music and songs instead of just their cultural significance." I bet you get tire... of interviews about that."The Elita nodded, "Every single bit of it over analyzed. We don't even have words for some of the concepts they wanted to learn about because they are so worked into our culture."I nodded, "I'm curious about the meter that you were using for the morning song." It is the spirit meter, all of our sacred songs are in it.. For a hundred dollars more a week I could have had a cabin without an adjoining space, but, as it was, I could barely afford this luxury. Fortunately, the apartment next to mine was empty and I was eager for complete solitude. Each cabin had a stone fire place, a sofa, a desk, a small kitchen, a tiny bedroom with a double bed. The small porch had a large stack of fire wood and some kindling. It also had two rocking chairs in case someone stopped by for conversation. I got myself into a routine. Then I spotted the source of the noise. Two large forms were running towards the wall where we were hiding. The forms looked to be dogs from their silhouettes in the dark and from their movements across the ground. They were obviously well trained because they were not making a sound except for the slap of their pads against the ground as they rushed towards us. They were a hundred feet out when I spotted them. Quickly I took aim and let loose my arrow. The lead animal collapsed and went head. Rayne gave her a sidelong glance and noticed that she had been talking while he was daydreaming and he hadn’t heard a word of it. ‘Have you even been listening to me?’ Alex said interrupting his thoughts. ‘Do I ever listen to you?’ he joked. ‘What was that stupid grin on your face for?’ she asked, ignoring his remark. ‘What were you thinking about?’ ‘You’ he said honestly. ‘Me? You’re not thinking of doing something evil to me are you?’ ‘No really I was thinking about us and how we came to be.