And also, a hood

When the queen she spoke, even grass, it listened.

And when she commanded, even dirt, it obeyed.

So sown was the truth, and righteousness grew.

So peace was the harvest, and spirit the bloom.

The figure sat still, head turned toward the music. Maybe it was watching. Maybe it was listening. The face was hidden behind a long, deep hood. Quill scanned the room and saw that no one else in the “dormant door” seemed to have noticed the newcomer.