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“Why, aren’t the lass you’ve been looking for? So why are you planning on toddling away?” her accent is thick, sing songy, and foreign. I guess Scottish, if that’s where Sierra said she was from. It sounds a little rustic, yet warm and she has a pleasing voice to listen to that pulls you in and intrigues. No hint of any kind of American twang at all and yet she peaks clearly in an almost teasing and clear way.

“Are you Leyanne Cruden?” Meadow queries, even though we both know this can’t be anyone else. Lurking out here with these birds, wearing a stereotypical witch’s cloak and showing face as the moon hits its highest point. She’s definitely spooky and my nerves twang so tight I reckon it won’t take much to snap them fully.