At some point within my nap, someone came along and started talking to me. Awoken at the most awkward of ways and thoughts hazy from sleep, there wasn't much I could say to them. I was still inside my asshole of a bush, feeling a sneeze come along with the Tallsun pollen that was pumped out around me. My nose twitched, feeling as if someone had gone ahead and shoved a feather inside of there. If I was to sneeze and a feather came out, might as well check myself for bird crap. Birds seemed to naturally radiate towards me. There's nothing wrong with this until you get some droppings airborne at you and it hits you in the face.
I'm extremely proud to admit that has yet to happen.
When the sneeze couldn't be held back much longer and my thoughts still jumbled up, I let it fly. It wasn't exactly the sneeze that I expected myself to release, seeing as I'm the type of girl only appear (appear being the main word of this sentence) to have a butterfly sneeze, one of those sneezes that makes the boys think she's cute and danty and would make a good mother for the kids. My sneeze, you see, is one of those sneezes that happen when you're in a room, it's quiet and peaceful. All you're going to think about at this point is if you can go to sleep and not be bothered.
And then BAM!, someone sneezing like a cannon being shot.
Today, that damn sneeze shook my bush, the hind leg that had earlier kicked out at the branch and gotten rid of it shot out of the bush, hanging out in an awkward angle. My head popped out as well, coming of my not so comfy bush to meet something I didn't expect.
Oh wait, he's kind of cute; gotta put on my skills and work the magic.
'He' was a fairly large colt, having a harp hovering around him. My eyes lingered on it for a moment, watching it with curiousity just in case it decided to go rogue Highlander style with the "THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE BUSH WOMAN!" thing on me and hit me in the face. Let's face it, no, not the harp but reality, that could probably happen to me with my luck. Head cocked to one side with a confused expression, I became the rude, got to point the obivious type of girl that I can be at times, and went ahead and said it. "What's with your harp thingie back there?"
The only reason that I knew what it was was because Dad probably said something about while trying to put some sense into me, but childhood is releasing the grip that it once firmly held on me and letting me fly. By fly, I mean it's just slingshotting me out into the open to face the world and when I land face first into the ground there isn't gonna be anyone there to kiss my booboo's and make it better.
My leg twitched back there, trying to get back into the bush where the rest of my body (except my head and neck, which was now completely exposed to this boy in man's body), finally getting itself back into there. It moved around on it's on accord for a bit before I found a comfortable place to hold it down at it, and started him straight on. The blue glow that came forth from thy horn (it never hurts to put humour into an awkward situation, even if it's old English) could only make me look demonic again, and if he panicked I'd never be able to look at him with a straight face. He's good looking and all, but boys tend to lose all of that the moment they panic and mess up.
"Oh yeah, hi. How's it going? I'm Sikeax by the way, but you can call me Sia. Where you trying to find me or something and that's the reason you're talking to the bush that I was napping inside or is there another reason?"
Rude as it was, I tried to be as nice as I could probably pull of at a time like this. Seriously, he came up and started talking to me while I was sleeping. I was inside a bush and all, but if he's talking to the bush I'm pretty much done here, because my bags are packed and I'll take off.
Really, who even tries to talk to the plants?

If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?