The Sunspire what will become of these gestures that we make

prompted by positive reinforcement from her new friend, the child wanted only to please, and began composing a lengthy ballad the likes of which none had ever heard; similarly, it held no modicum of rhythm or charm, but became a dissonant mixture of weak howling and unpracticed chattering. when finished and out of breath, ibis' song became a yawn, and she could barely focus on her audience.