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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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[ Not one of Birdie's strengths though. She seems even more confused than before and frowns again, knitting her eyebrows in worry. And she finds it odd, that the hand on the other side feels like glass. If she was a more impulsive creature, she would probably try to smash against the glass to see what's behind it, but she isn't. ]

But, I don't remember, flying here, waking here. I flew, I did, but not here, no. [ A pause. Then, shyly, ] Am I dreaming?

[ The comment about flying makes Caprica's brows arch, just a little. Because she gets the feeling she isn't talking about flying in a plane, or a ship. But she doesn't ask about it for now.

The question, though — she's certain enough of the answer to that. ] No, this isn't a dream. All of us have been brought here by someone who calls herself the Queen of Hearts. She hasn't said why.

[ Queen? A queen is like an emperor, isn't it? It rules. Her little bird heart jumps in her chest and it's transparent she's suddenly scared - an animal realising she's trapped in. ]

I cannot stay, no, I can't, trapped here, while the Stars keep missing.

[ She gives one of her little cries again, stepping away from the mirror to pace in tiny circles, back and forth, nervously. ] Is the Queen mean, hates magic, too? Will she cage me, cut my wings? [ She looks at Caprica, almost pleading with her eyes, ] Don't let her cut them, I'll die, I'll die.

Edited 2010-12-07 05:39 (UTC)

[ Caprica isn't immune to that kind of reaction. She looks away again, pressing her lips together. ]

She hasn't hurt anyone here. And I don't think she's mean, just... misguided.

[ She looks back, and tries another, slightly broader smile. ]

You can fly?

[ This, she's genuinely curious about. ]

[ She's still pretty shaken up. Trapped, with no way out? That's no way to treat a bird, no, no. She wails a little and looks around, almost as if to see if the sky has a ceiling, trying so hard to hold on the hope that there is a way out. ]

[ But then she turns around again to Caprica as she questions her. She leans her head back a little, surprised by the question, but then nods, and, hey, maybe she is smiling, a little bit. ]

All the red birds fly.

Edited 2010-12-07 14:23 (UTC)

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