Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

towhee jr does not hear it.

does not hear the haunting melody of a thousand voices rolling off the sea, lingering atop the mountains, serenading the valley.

she does not hear the voice of legion.

but she feels it in her bones.

a strange feeling that brushes against her spine like a ghosts' muzzle: a primal knowing that she would not experience again.

but she is voiceless, as well. and cannot join the legion in their song though she itches to. to tip her muzzle and let out string breathy sounds; a desperate attempt to sing.