"That it's some effect of the island? It must be."

Cally rubbed thoughtfully at her jaw, grateful for the distraction of thinking of it like a mystery. Something to solve, something she could... well, perhaps not do anything about, but it at least felt more effective than staring off in what might not even be the direction of her planet.

"Perhaps it's a psychic phenomenon - there are a number of people with psionic gifts here; someone could be projecting the desire to sing..."