"Hello," came the voice from within the cloak. It was not the voice of a child, but not quite an adult's voice either. It was dark and ageless, speaking of chasms and darkness and power. A haunting voice, yes, but also a haunted one. Witch's voice.

She will sound like a little girl soon, but for the moment she was speaking from the edge of an Abyss. Witch in all her dark glory, as portrayed by her 7 year old form. Buried in a black velvet cloak.