[ It would be no surprise the video feed would click on unexpectedly, considering how Colette was too busy twirling around in a circle to realize it had fallen.
The view of stars sparkle overhead, and just the side image of the girl comes into view. Her arms are spread; hair glancing past her shoulders with the feel of the breeze and an obvious smile perching across her cheeks. She's alone, yet above the tiniest giggles the girl gives out, there's also the sound of humming.
A
simple little tune, but as the hums grow louder, so does her boldness to sing. ]
The flowers close and the trees rest, night time covers the land~
[ Another erupted giggled, and again she twirls! ]
It's time to go home, to the warmth of my home~!
[ Care to bother/poke/tell her that her singing is bad? ]