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[ Hands and cheeks pressed against the mirror, the image one would get through the vine would be of a blonde girl all squished against it, before she pulls back, though only barely. She tilts her head and blows against the mirror, looks up, looks down, in a very skittish nature, very energetic, almost. Like a bird trying to find her way out of a closed house.

She knocks on the mirror softly and waits. When nothing happens, she pouts, puffs her cheeks out, then seems to stare directly at the viewer - not that she's aware that this is some sort of communication device. ]

Lost, so lost. So very lost. [ She says in a little wail, her tone a bit of a sing-song like sound, pressing her forehead on the mirror again with the saddest look. ] Lost like the Stars. Must find my way back home, yes, yes, I do, must find the Stars again, too, also, yes. [ She gives a strange wail-like chirp and presses her face to the mirror, looking rather comical, but her eyes, big eyes, golden, so very sad. ] Will the lost Stars be here, yes, no, please, maybe?

[ She presses her hands against the mirror again and wails again. It's almost as if she's acting like a mix of a spoilt child that has just gotten lost and a wary caged bird - and really, that's what she is. ]

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[ She is expecting the voice now, but she also expects the image - like it had happened before - but only sound comes and she looks... confused. Tilting her head up, she tries to look for maybe a flying creature that is speaking. ]

I know of many songs, yes, I sing them, I listen and I dance, yes, I do. [ She gives up on looking for the voice and traces a vine with her fingertips. ] Will you sing, maybe, sometimes, I'll sing too, with you?

[ A pause. ]

Cats, yes. I knew a cat, once. She loved a Black Dog and the Black Dog loved the cat.

[ It's a good thing Giselle has a nice voice! She would have done video but one of the birds got a bit enthusiastic earlier and forgot his housetraining all over her dress, so she's currently stripped down to her underthings and showing the birds a much more efficient way to get stains out of linen. Goodness, she wouldn't want the Vine to show her in such a state! Someone might see her bloomers!

If Birdie listens, she can probably hear the slopping sound of wet fabric being vigorously scrubbed in the background. ]

Singing is my favorite thing in the entire world! I would be just tickled to sing for you whenever you would like!

♪ Come sing a song of joy for peace shall come right over!
Sing, sing a song of joy for all shall love each other
That day will dawn just as sure as
Hearts that are pure are hearts set free
No one must stand alone
With outstretched hand before them
Reach out and take them in yours
With love that endures forever more
Then sing a song of joy
For love and understanding! ♫

I simply adore kitties! I love all of nature's creatures, really, but the cats here have been especially nice, and they have lovely little sopranos! I don't believe I have ever heard of a cat loving a dog, though. Normally I find that they are more along the lines of longstanding arch-rivals! Ooh, I am so pleased that the ones you knew were able to look deep within their hearts to see the beauty within and overcome such nonsense! Hopefully they did not receive too much retribution from their families, and that they are very happy now together!

[ That'd be the reverse, because Birdie could be buck naked and she wouldn't care. She is, after all, a bird. Nudity is... a foreign shame to her.

Nevermind that. You know when kid's eyes shine with happiness? That's what's happening in the little baby bird's face, because singing, for her, is essential to her being. She beams a wide smile of pure joy. And then seems to completely ignore what Giselle is saying and forget about the fact that she still has no idea where she is. ] Ah! What a lovely song, yes, the music, it beats like a heart, it's beautiful, yes, yes, will you sing more, one more time, I'll sing too, we'll sing!

[ A lady's bloomers are her own private business, thank you very much. But Giselle too has forgotten her shame over her exposed ankles in the sheer joy of finding someone else who understands the incredible awesome magical super-chocolatey-coated amazingness that is MUSIC! ]

Oh, yes, all right! Let's see...

♪ I wonder, I wonder
I wonder why each
Little bird has someone
To sing to sweet things to
A gay little love melody?
I wonder, I wonder
If my heart keeps singing
Will my song go winging
To someone who'll find me
And bring back a love song to me? ♫

[ She laughs a little at the song, not because it's silly - though it could be for some, but not for Birdie, no - but because it's so, so veyr lovely. The way she sings, though, is not quite human. It's more of a humming tone, and there is magic in her music, in the way she shapes the sounds into a melody, just following Giselle's lead. ]

Edited 2010-12-07 04:58 (UTC)

[ Giselle is used to singing mostly with non-humans, and her voice is a little on the magical side itself, so any strangeness goes right over her head. Plus, she's just happy that somebody else likes singing! As much as she is enjoying it here in the Garden, the others have been, for the most part, depressingly unmusical. ]

Oh, it's just so lovely to find someone else here who understands the beauty of song! And you have a beautiful voice!

You, as well, voice that sings, you sing pretty songs, happy, too, yes.

[ And she chirps happily at the compliment, the baby bird likes to hear those things, makes her feel all warm and full in her belly. She walks along a vine, kind of aimlessly, singing still; she doesn't sing words, but there are stories underneath the music. ]

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