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Her mother said that it was just sneezing, licks pressing against her face. The girl sniffled, eyes wide as she slowly nodded her head. Whatever sneezing was, she didn't like it one bit. Wren called the flowers evil and pushed them away, causing Finch too giggle softly. Shaking her head to get rid of the tears, she stood up and moved until she was able to sit down on Wren's paws. Looking upwards at her mother she smiled, relaxing into her creamy form. "Love," she whispered, eyes slipping closed as she started to hum softly. She loved to sing, and even more she loved to hear her parents sing. "Sing?" she asked simply, blinking open her eyes slowly to see if the woman would sing for her. That is when she felt more like herself, and felt that singing was a lot better than just talking. It carried so much emotion and passion, a lot more could be communicated through song than through simple speech.