[ Hands and cheeks pressed against the mirror, the image one would get through the vine would be of a blonde girl all squished against it, before she pulls back, though only barely. She tilts her head and blows against the mirror, looks up, looks down, in a very skittish nature, very energetic, almost. Like a bird trying to find her way out of a
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Are you trapped, there, on the other side of the mirror, on the other side of the glass? [ She asks in a tiny whisper, crawling towards it on her knees, placing her hands on the mirror. She pushes on it, as if she wants to get to the other side too. Then she looks up at the other girl with big, questioning, curious eyes. ]
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I think...it depends on what kind of stars you're looking for.
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Three Stars, yes, they are lost, they are missing. [ Hm... ] Have you seen them, have you?
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I'm not sure. What do your three stars look like?
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[ Hnng, that question again. She looks a little taken aback, shaking her head. ] I've never seen them, no, just one, but that's the Fourth, it is not missing, just hiding.
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Oh my, what a sad little song! You poor dear! Do you know any happier tunes? There's nothing like a good happy song to cheer you up and set your heart in the right direction, no matter how lost you are!
Although if you are lost, you can also ask the cats for help! They are extremely assistive!
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I know of many songs, yes, I sing them, I listen and I dance, yes, I do. [ She gives up on looking for the voice and traces a vine with her fingertips. ] Will you sing, maybe, sometimes, I'll sing too, with you?
[ A pause. ]
Cats, yes. I knew a cat, once. She loved a Black Dog and the Black Dog loved the cat.
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If Birdie listens, she can probably hear the slopping sound of wet fabric being vigorously scrubbed in the background. ]
Singing is my favorite thing in the entire world! I would be just tickled to sing for you whenever you would like!
♪ Come sing a song of joy for peace shall come right over!
Sing, sing a song of joy for all shall love each other
That day will dawn just as sure as
Hearts that are pure are hearts set free
No one must stand alone
With outstretched hand before them
Reach out and take them in yours
With love that endures forever more
Then sing a song of joy
For love and understanding! ♫
I simply adore kitties! I love all of ( ... )
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Nevermind that. You know when kid's eyes shine with happiness? That's what's happening in the little baby bird's face, because singing, for her, is essential to her being. She beams a wide smile of pure joy. And then seems to completely ignore what Giselle is saying and forget about the fact that she still has no idea where she is. ] Ah! What a lovely song, yes, the music, it beats like a heart, it's beautiful, yes, yes, will you sing more, one more time, I'll sing too, we'll sing!
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[ This girl seems so childlike to Caprica, even though she looks too old to be a child. She smiles just a little, gently, like a reassurance - she's unsure how else to react. ]
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[ Everything is so different and new and... And there are so many new faces! She doesn't seem to know how to react herself, but she gives a helpless little noise as she looks up to the image on the other side of the mirror. ]
Have you seen them, have you, the three Stars, the ones missing?
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I don't know. I don't think so.
[ Gently, ] What do they look like?
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I've never seen them, no, just one of them, but that Star isn't missing, just old, just waiting. [ She presses a hand to the mirror like she's trying to figure out how to get to the other side - or maybe she just wants to tug on Caprica's hand because that's what little kids do. ] Do you know where we are, where this is? Is the other side of the mirror different, is it?
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...are you okay, Miss?
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What, exactly are you looking for?
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