Count your blessings

One wouldn’t say the girl was reeling after her encounter with the Avalon, rather... deeply contemplative might have been a better way to describe it. It would seem this day would be full of surprise blasts from the past though as she crossed yet another familiar trail. This one was more amusing than the last, a hymn taking shape as the girl began to hum, smirk etched deep in her face, trail diverting to inevitably converge with his.

As the scent grew stronger she began to sing lyrics she knew were wrong, in the hopes of rankling the man into some sort or response. To bring himself out of hiding. "High on a mountain top, a badger killed a squirrel. Ye Nations now look up, he waves to all the world..."

"speech".