Northstar Vale if that mockingbird don't sing..

@Vespera
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The weather was warming, soon her overly fluffy winter coat would not be needed. Soon but not yet, pink champagne eyes lifted from her dainty toes as they made patterns in the remaining snow. Pale champagne eyes looked up at the stars above her, the deep indigo that was the sky, the intermittent wisps of clouds that wished to snow on her pleasant mood. With a few hops and jumps that might have looked comical to an on looker, she sat atop a stone incline that made her feel closer to the stars.

She sighed then as she began to hum, a very quiet song once used as a lullaby.