The rift remained as dark and unnerving as ever, the soft skittering of youma crawling on the crystalline landscape always left Chalcanthite slightly uneasy. Voce perched on his shoulder as he began exploring once again. Perhaps he would find something of use here for his musical en devours. After his recital, Chalcanthite thought of something like a flute for a Pied Piper sort of effect. Perhaps something in the rift would serve useful as a base for a flute or other instrument. Voce tilted his head and pecked at a loose lock of Chal's hair as he walked. It took him a bit of time to make it past the area he had previously went to.

After making his way up and over a large growth of crystals he paused, Voce took flight as they both heard an odd sound. It was almost as if something was playing music. A hollow and alien tune reverberated off the crystals as Chalcanthite and Voce searched for the source. A calm feeling flowed over him as the sound filled his ears, temporarily making him pause before continuing forward towards the sound. It only took a few moments for Chalcanthite to notice something was wrong, the once heavily populated area of youma was now empty. Voce let out a caw, Chalcanthite followed quickly and turned a corner around another large crystal.

The site before him made him pause, a small growth of blue crystals was the source of the sound. It was surrounded by youma that sat and watched as if in a trance. With his gloved hands, Chalcanthite covered his ears and carefully tip toed through the youma to reach the crystals. One particularly long and hollow crystal vibrated as wind blew through it from somewhere. He fought the overbearing feeling of stillness that the sound tried to force upon him. With a careful stab of one of his arrows, he freed the crystal from its growth. First there was silence as he stood there admiring the deep blue crystal that he had retrieved. Only moments later did the youma begin to growl and move. It was time to get out of there, post haste.

Voce screeched and swooped down at some of them as Chalcanthite made his way out of the circle of youma. It took a bit of time to make his way back to a safer clearing but, once there, he took a closer look at the crystal. It had grown with a hallow center from top to bottom. It was light and delicate with an alien beauty to it. With a light puff of air, he listen to the sound that came from it. It would need a bit of refining, he would have to look through his family's books for information on how to repair and create instruments. The finishing touches would have to be made at home. He whistled for Voce to make sure they were ok before concentrating on his home. Chalcanthite disappeared from the Rift to work on something very useful.