"Well, Rose, we were obviously singing the wrong song."
At least Birdie seemed to have found most everyone she started out with, but the hardy Piosenniel seemed to view the shiny, mist shrouded stranger with the same trust you would afford a talking snake offering to sell you a used car. The usually erudite Child stood in tongue-tied dismay. And Birdie had one heck of a tension headache.
Had her singing summoned this creature out of the Void? If so, it was the first time Birdie's singing had ever drawn an audience.
"I should have sung something Elvish...or Valarish" Suddenly the song "Volare" got stuck in Birdie's head. Now she knew why she had wanted the REG in the first place. She'd been seeking more stability to her thought processes.
And all our petty thievery and prankishness had led us here, to the Big Kahuna. Or at least one of the Bigger Kahunas.
"Uh, excuse me, sir." squeaked Birdie, You're name wouldn't by chance start with an..."M"?
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