Lightly plucking at the strings on her guitar, she played a random tune that popped into her head. She was sitting against the body of a tree, humming along, only pausing for a moment to tune the string instrument. Afterwards, she merrily played at a soft volume, listening to the trees blow around her. At least until a new voice made itself known. It sounded young, Savannah mused, and pretty feminine. She assumed it was a small girl and she lightly shrugged her shoulders, continuing to play.
Soon, steps could be heard coming close to the opposite side from where she was sitting. "It is pretty, ain't it?" Savannah spoke up, not moving from behind the tree, only shifting her legs slightly so that they wouldn't fall asleep on her. "This place is pretty magical, if you ask me." She chuckled softly.