Broken Antler Fen i am a fallen angel

roswell considers her words when she mentions that trolls like songs and that most everyone does. oh, he breathes, trusting that she's right even if he isn't sure if he's ever heard a 'song' before. i wikes magic! it does not feel like the right way to describe how he feels about it — not even close — but with his limited vocabulary it was the best roswell could do.

a hush settles over him and he swears he can feel it settle over the area around them. even the birds and the wind rustling through the leaves stilled to hear her song. when she is finished, roswell's tail thumbs against the ground.

das a nice song. he says. you know ano-ver one?