So, until tomorrow (at least) Kia shared the small village with the local women and children. She wondered idly if the young boys she’d caught spying on her as she bathed were watching now. She really should’ve worn something. But, the heat had her sleeping nude and she couldn’t risk the time it would’ve taken to find a robe in her darkened hut. She -had- to find where the music was coming from.
After the first night, she’d gotten one of her ‘admirers’ to play translator and ask his mother about the strange music.
Although she couldn’t understand the words, the severe scolding the boy received for just asking the question told her it was not something the villagers were inclined to talk about.
As she wandered into the tree line she considered the possibilities: perhaps a former resident who was being ostracized? Hmm, not likely. Unless it was a leper. The mother had been frightened. Superstition then? There was plenty of local folklore the might account for her reaction.
Though, it couldn’t account for the very real tune she followed now. She grasped a tree limb to steady herself as she listened intently, realizing for the first time she really had no idea what sort of instrument she was hearing…