Literature
The Shepherd's Song
She couldn't hear her own melody.
She basked for eternity in the Maestro's symphonies of stars and planets, space and time, but when he played her song, she couldn't recognize it.
The Shepherd stood by herself just outside of the TARDIS, looking down at Gallifrey from one of its smaller moons. The planet was beautiful. The Maestro's song of Home played over in her head, and she smiled to herself, leaning casually against her sonic staff. She had chosen a staff as her sonic instrument; it wasn't as covert as a screwdriver or as elegant as the Maestro's baton, but it suited her. It was stable and reliable, an unmistakable presence, and the Sh