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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 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. ]

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[ 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!

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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. ]