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The newcomer wanted, craved, and yearned for more, the finite specifics and the vivid, particular details; Lena was only happy and content to oblige. She could wax poetical upon her homeland at the drop of a leaf, at the turn of a feather, at the whisper of a breeze, and her mind churned at the possibilities, what to showcase, which area to represent. So, the Songbird committed to her best actions, one of arias, of strains, of ditties and fantasies, painting whimsical airs and fantastic, sublime tapestries, outcrops of the ice and snow. “The Aurora Basin is led by Lord Deimos and Lady Ophelia. Our patron God is the God of Spark and Time,” and here she could remember his sizzle of electricity, his nonchalant exterior, the brusque, reticent wiles of deities and their mortals. Thereafter, glimmering fancies flickered across her eyes, recalling bright, opulent hues, dancing streams and beams of light. “In the evening, you can see the aurora borealis. It’s a beautiful sight.” Therein, she continued diving throughout, trying to salvage any bit, any piece, any nuance of information or images he wished to know, conveying the sentiments of pride, of prowess, through each one of her mellifluous notes. “The hot springs are wonderful during Orangemoon and Frostfall, just what one needs in the chilly air.” Was there anything else? Her mind whirled, and little Imogen chirped by her limbs, regarding a sentiment about guardians! and Lena hastened back a fond smile for the kitsune. How could she forget? Her gaze swept back to Ouro, chasing down one more rampart for the storm. “We also have a pair of matching metal sentinels crafted by Ulrik, one of our engineers. They guard our borders from possible intruders.” She hesitated again, idly lingering in the creek, listening to the cool babble of the water, enjoying the respite from the overwhelming sun. “Please let me know if there’s anything else you wish to know.” The grin folded back along her lips, incandescent, effervescent, persistent and enduring, a whirlwind of benevolence and beneficence among dark corridors.
Lena the Songbird every color illuminates |
