There is the faint scent of lavender as she walks through the dense dark forest. The soft scents are often a hint of something just beyond sight. Stepping forward, she brushes the branches from her face as she realizes the smell almost floats on the wind. The subtlety of the scent causes a gentle worry to creep into Gabriella's mind.
Padding on the balls of her feet, she focuses her eyes on the ground. Each footprint is placed softly across the next one as she listens to the rustling of trees nearby. Her eyes spot large black and sliver feathers across the ground of a molting bird.
Taking a deep breath, she sings a soft melody. A tender song of loss among a storm of a glowing cloud. The sadness of a life lost as birds fell from the sky and found new forms.
The song is sung in an almost vibrant manner of the storm that should have never been. She knows that the music softens the birds. The melody tempered their hearts.
