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10-19-2016, 09:31 AM
 "The Forest Queen in fall is prettier than them all! Red leaves worn in her hair, her, uh, cloaks! Ever so fair, gents press her for a dance, for even just a chance to see the Forest Queen in fall!" With a grace that she was becoming more and more adept with, the cremello damsel twirls and pivots outside the shining panels of the greenhouse, prancing between the various shrubs in this section of the garden. Almost all of them are beginning to lose their leaves, and some are even quite barren; the realization that fall, when talked about around Orangemoon, was simply a dumb way to say what happened during the season, had struck her earlier that morning. She’d been so amused by the idea that she’d began work on her newest song, about a beautiful, but unfortunately unintelligent, Forest Queen. The small song had become much easier to elaborate on when she’d discovered that fall rhymed with a lot more words than Queen did, and the rest, well… She’d written about a hundred or so lyrics very similar to this one. Today, though, while she waited for her lesson with Miss Evangeline, Maude actually seemed to realize it, suddenly stopping in her wild frolicking to stand amidst the still swaying, ugly shrubs, a look of deep thought stealing her face. Why, they’re all being bothered by gents for a dance, aren’t they! she frowns, glaring at her reflection on the glassy greenhouse, as if a surly face will make something more inventive happen within Maude’s imagined tale. With less vivacity (and sheer volume) than had been leant to her singing before, she attempts to amend her tune: "But the Autumn Queen was just as cold and mean as she was elegant and fair, and, and…" While her frown had fallen away for the dreamy expression of imagination and fun, it finds its way back to her pretty face some seconds after her song lilts off into contemplative silence. "Dang it!" she mutters, kicking a dirt clod clear across the clearing and into the surrounding brush line, and watching its trajectory with her narrowed, spring gaze, "Hair, care, wear…" [ OOC: You gonna learn today Miss Maudie ;D aha ] With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me. |
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@Evangeline
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
