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Nightingale! Of course Reverie was immediately charmed, though she kept Blossom tucked quite closely to her side. No, I'm a dancer, She told him with a gentle smile, thinking that he was rather animated for a walking tangle of hair. Oh, but she did love meeting people as strange as herself, even when they smelled terrible!
And he really did smell terrible. Politely ignoring his lack of hygiene, Reverie went on. Some of my siblings are singers, though. Oh, and my - um, the one I love, he sings, too. She peered around as if Lestan might appear at any moment. She wished he would, but that was nothing new; she always missed him from the moment they were parted. Sometimes. Reverie amended softly, almost as an afterthought. Lately he did not.
I'm Reverie, She added after a moment, glancing back to the strange man expectantly.