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*Song* · 12-28-2013, 05:15 PM

Her breathing was even as the air would melodically rise and fall from her lungs. Porcelain tiara would lay gently on the ground while mismatched gaze was concealed by colorless lids. The dove was positioned by her den, but sleeping quite deeply outside of her den. She took odd hours to let herself rest, and today was no different. Song would enjoy a nice noon time nap.
It would be cut short though, as a voice made itself heard from the border. Slowly she would stir, making herself awake, and willing to travel the distance. She wished to keep upon her nap, but with lids heavy she would pick herself up and trot to where she heard him. Her eyes would not be able to discern his identity for she had never met the man before. Nor would she have known him by any kind of description, he was a stranger. Good day, sir. What can I do for you this fine day? She would not bring herself too close, but enough that they could talk comfortably. She would keep herself standing and aware, in case something became amiss.

Speech,

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