Song stood unmoving for a moment longer, as if still paralyzed by the fog. Then a violent tremor ran up her spine and she scowled. "It's little bird, not poppet. I'll show you poppet, you blackhearted, undead, Disney villain wannabe..."
Apparently satisfied with her grumbled cursing, she focused on the other two again and heaved a sigh. "I'm sorry, Josiah. The ghost in your head is being difficult."
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Date: 2009-02-28 06:25 am (UTC)Apparently satisfied with her grumbled cursing, she focused on the other two again and heaved a sigh. "I'm sorry, Josiah. The ghost in your head is being difficult."