*There's a soft click, and the sounds of a person settling. In the background there's water, maybe a fountain? A few simple harp notes are plucked, and tuned, and then there's a quiet sigh.

Then this begins to play.*

((Because Del, like the blue-haired vocalioid, can only really express herself through music. X3 She's out in the park. Feel free ( Read more... )

*Having found and figured out the communication device--technology, she is good with it--Del has brought it with her while she works. For a while there's nothing but clicks, and the occasional intelligible mutter.

And then a song beings to play. It's turned up loud enough to be heard over the storm, so that anyone else listening won't have to turn ( Read more... )