Word Count » 517 :: THERE'S A SONG FOR THIS THREAD.
Giselle had been excited to hear that the Dreamer's old, rickety windmill was to be rebuilt, with a feast to celebrate all of their hard teamwork. Then again, it was fairly easy for the woman to get excited over anything in the Dreamer lands, and it was a nice change in pace to the wars, wickedness, and tension that had clung to the air like the smell of a coming storm. The red-haired woman had only seen the windmill from a distance in all her time she spent within her new home; when she finally approached it that sunny morning, it appeared to be a great castle of sorts, awaiting to be renewed.
The chocolate stoat danced from one shoulder to another as her form came bouncing up towards the others that had gathered there before her. 'Elle waved to them all happily, eager to be of help than merely standing on the sidelines. As the dark male spoke, her powered face began to grow worried, regretting her choice of outfit as was the girl's standard. Rocks, especially big rocks, were terribly heavy, and she knew she would not be able to lift them on her own. Light blue eyes were focused on the pile of rocks beside the speaking male, feeling the determination within her grow. A smile danced along her face as Kota encouraged the team to have fun as they worked, and the petite woman was inclined to do just that if it meant making the work go by quicker and making someone's day just a little bit brighter.
Kota's last words made the auburn haired femme think about Heritage, and how big he was getting to be. Oh, if only he could be the one to help them! But he was still very young, and Giselle would feel awful if she injured him, or any horse, to try and bring stones towards the old structure. With a glance to Tux, she whispered to him in words only he would understand. "Looks like we better get started~" She squeaked, a genuine smile still painted on her pretty face to show encouragement even to her tiny companion who had agreed to help that day. She watched as Cypress departed one way, and so Giselle turned and made towards another direction not far off, a song beginning to bubble up in her throat.
Just whistle while you work~ o/`
Put on that grin and start right in, o/`
To whistle loud and long~ o/`
As the female began to hum louder, she picked up a few manageable rocks in her arms and watched as Tux rolled a pebble with his nose along the earth. Without a cart or a horse, the woman would have to make several trips to the rock pile and back. A part of her wished Silvano were here, but she knew he was busy gathering other parts to aid in the windmill's reconstruction. On her way back, Giselle raised her voice towards the cheerful bird-filled sky.
Just hum a merry tune~ o/`
Just do your best and take a rest o/`
And sing your self a song! o/`
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