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Giselle has found she's never needed any reason to sing, not even a magical reason. Singing has, instead, always come naturally. After all, if there is a song in your heart, is it not your duty to share it with the world?

It's been a long few days. Edward has not yet come and her wedding dress is starting to fray. It's far too cold to go explore the outdoors, so Giselle has found herself a nice warm spot by the fire to rest her head. For that reason, she may be covered in cinder soots.

Tonight, she sits by the fireplace. The skirts of her dress are spread on the floor around her. A couple of waitrats stand nearby and listen with rapt attention as Giselle explains something oh so important:

Love.

"How does she know you love her?
How does she know she's yours?
How does she know that you love her?
How do you show her you love her?

How does she know that you really, really, truly love her?
How does she know that you love her?
How do you show her you love her?
How does she know that you really, really, truly love her?

It's not enough to take the one you love for granted
You must remind her, or she'll be inclined to say... "

[tiny tag: giselle]