Ravensblood Forest The Trumpets Sound

Her eyes lit up with catlike fascination.  She was still a fair distance away but she chanced a step closer.  Creation like that was far different than anything she'd done on her own in recent history -- okay, her spell making was quite creative, but she saw that as truth while songs were fiction, Ice? I mean normal water kinda is too. In like puddles and stuff.  Her selection of things wasn't exactly the norm when she continued, Oh!  Some birds look really smooth.  Don't know how they do that, like mourning doves are all smooth and perfect-looking and stuff.  Bet they're really soft and fluffy though.  Doves were quick, she hadn't managed to catch one.  Perhaps as a metaphor the doves work fine, expanded into some big thing about the , but Godot honestly wasn't thinking that way.