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She moved beyond.

She saw many things but nothing worth noting. Perhaps that was an issue with herself more than anything she witnessed. The goal was onward, continue along trails. She would know when to stop.

Or so it had been said.

There was song in the air, lured in like a sailor. She continued onward and crept closer to this temptation of voice. When she spotted them, she was not displeased. A handsome man who she was content to watch and wonder what he made song for. Maybe it was a who and not a what.

Soon enough she was noticed and his grand realization of an audience was enough to quirk one corner of her mouth.

No. You have not. She told him directly. Nearly puzzled! She liked to think she might remember a singing man. Were they supposed to have seen one another before? Politeness had not occurred to her.

Why do you sing?