Sun Mote Copse so[m]eone else's dream

have a confused gal :3c

she did not recognize the scent that lured her in today. but it led her somewhere beautiful. somewhere between the brand new scents and sights, she found herself with a pep in her step. still following the trail, not realizing how close she was to another.

Looly-looly-loolenki
Where are you, little doves?
Come descend upon the bed.

a lullaby sung in a songbird tone as she traveled along. a declaration to the stranger of her bubbling arrival.