"Forgive me, I have spent most of my life within the confines of our village, and I am not clear about matters beyond. Might I request that you provide some proof of your identity?" inquired Avril, addressing the elderly rabbitkin.
"Ah, I see... and how would you like me to prove myself, dear goddess?"
"Um... well... there was once a young man named Banning in Ira Village. Can you divine who his beloved might be?"
Gathering her courage, Avril took a bold step. Despite her usual introverted and shy demeanor, she could be quite brave when the situation called for it.
"Oh my, such youth... Hehehe. Not a problem, leave it to me!" The rabbitkin granny was quite amiable. She sat down, legs crossed, and began humming a tune with no discernible lyrics – a melody both familiar and eerie.