Well, Kayuqtuq thought, I guess this is home now. Since her arrival to Syliras, she had become more and more wary of the city and it's many inhabitants. She sat in the street, her previous lute on her lap, one hand stroking it. The other hand was clutching her necklace, fiddling with it aimlessly. Anyone could see she was nervous. Her eyes, ever-changing, flickered a pale, nervous yellow, dotted with an excited red. The sun bore into her eyes, making her shield them. Her black hair was sticky with sweat. The young Vantha was both terrified and exhilarated, both weary and ecstatic. Calm down, she thought to herself. Everything will be fine. She studied the faces of people, looking for any traces of change in their eyes. She looked away whenever they waved at her. Why is it so different? She asked herself. Why is it so hot? Why don't the people's eyes change? But in her heart she knew the answers. These people weren't like her people. The weather was so hot because it was farther south. Still, everything confused her. Everything was wrong.
She continued watching people, until she was bored. Their unchanging eyes were uninteresting, and she started to strum her lute. Just an open string, unhindered by fingerings, fading into silence. People looked at her, annoyed by the noise, but she continued. Occasionally she would sing something in Vani, weaving it's beautiful words into song. She let the simple tune have a few fingering, but kept it simple. The last note trickled into silence as her song unwound itself, slowly sliding to a stop. Her eyes smoothly transitioned from a calm blue to a happy orange. Syliras was starting to feel like home. When she saw the prying eyes of the bystanders, her eyes went back to their nervous yellow. She fiddled with her necklace, knotting the cord together and untangling it. The little wooden fox stared up at her from it's little wood eyes, and she held it close