-Given it wasn't Sunday or Wednesday, the Church was largely empty in the evening. Save, of course, for a few individuals. One of which was a strange, winged girl with a long tail. She sat at the piano, playing and singing
a familiar and beautiful song for anyone that was present to hear it. She seemed so serene... Something about being in a place of God, even in a world like Mayfield, put Dizzy's heart at peace. It reminded her of so many things... So many wonderful things.-
[[ Action for anyone that might be in the Church, or anyone that is passing by that can hear her from outside. Tags will be assumed to come AFTER she's finished singing. ]]