4th Song [Commentlog]
[Here's Giselle, wandering through the field of flowers on Deck 13, an obnoxiously pink umbrella (complete with a cat-face, ears and tail) in one hand, strolling through the hill. It's raining, sure, but since when has she ever had a bad feeling for rain. Maybe if she were planning a picnic, but even that hadn't stopped her from improvising.
Giselle loved the rain, hair all done up to keep it from frizzing out, and an off-white raincoat wrapped around herself. Drifting from her, though it might be hard to hear in the muteness of rain, was some sort of song that involved rain. Whoever it was, was anyone's guess. It seemed to change every second lyric.
Care to come say hello? Then again, who in their right mind would want to walk through a field of flowers in the pouring rain.]
Giselle loved the rain, hair all done up to keep it from frizzing out, and an off-white raincoat wrapped around herself. Drifting from her, though it might be hard to hear in the muteness of rain, was some sort of song that involved rain. Whoever it was, was anyone's guess. It seemed to change every second lyric.
Care to come say hello? Then again, who in their right mind would want to walk through a field of flowers in the pouring rain.]