The market

[Maero]

Neko's hands trembled as she reached out for her harp, her most famliar instrument, but she dropped it when she picked it up and began to weep soundlessly. Something had done her in, something had killed her muse. Her hands shook to much for her to hold an instrument, and her voice was gone, completely silent. What was happening to her was strange and new, and most likely not a result of her head injury. Even the symbol failed to calm her down. Her muse was dead, her muse was not working! If she couldnt muse, she would die, slowly and painfully. She hugged herself and more feathers fell from her wings, clearly showing her weakened state.

Lllia awoke with a small yawn when she realized that her master wasnt with her and looked over. "Whats wrong master? Why are you over there?" She asked him sleepily, not seeing Neko or the crisis taking place.

Something was different today, but what? What could so effect her? Poison? Trauma? Magic? Something was strange, something was new, but Neko showed no signs of what was ailing her aside from her lack of voice and the failure of her shaking limbs.