To the untrained ear, it sounded like wordless intonation, reminiscent of a voice carried over whistling winds, but by listening closely, one could make out a pattern to the sounds--a language unknown to most men. To certain well-traveled scholars, and to some lucky sailors, it would have been recognizable as a siren’s song. The song carried far even if he tried to sing in a softer voice, so Tenor had taken to a glade in the nearby forest to practice singing out of earshot of the villagers. There, he let loose, pouring his emotions into his mother’s song and feeling the warm glow of his horn as it channeled magical energy into his voice. It wasn’t long before the young unicorn heard the familiar rustling of leaves, as the wildlife near him sought out the source of the alluring sound.