THNMY
There's a bird, a greenfinch to be exact, perched on a convenient treebranch near the Sign. The branch seems to have sprung up out of nowhere, simply because it was needed. Oh, Nexus.
The bird in question is currently trying to smooth down some of her rather ruffled feathers - no metaphor intended. She chirps crossly, and there's a strange undertone to the sound, as if a young woman's voice were coming from far away. :Cats.:
She gives herself a good shake, and then trills a complicated bit of birdsong that somehow manages to sound wry. :What's the point of having wings if you can't fly?: It should be impossible that birdsong simultaneously manages to sound like a young woman speaking with a London accent, but that's LOLs for you.
[[I've got to head to work now, but keep tagging, and I'll be back tomorrow! Back!]]
The bird in question is currently trying to smooth down some of her rather ruffled feathers - no metaphor intended. She chirps crossly, and there's a strange undertone to the sound, as if a young woman's voice were coming from far away. :Cats.:
She gives herself a good shake, and then trills a complicated bit of birdsong that somehow manages to sound wry. :What's the point of having wings if you can't fly?: It should be impossible that birdsong simultaneously manages to sound like a young woman speaking with a London accent, but that's LOLs for you.
[[I've got to head to work now, but keep tagging, and I'll be back tomorrow! Back!]]