#hahaaahaa

Rakan had perched himself upon a rock, his claws delicately working at vines that he had salvaged. Twisting and turning the material into what appeared to be a growing crown. Each twist and weave was with precision, surprisingly the vastayan was focused on a task. His brow furrowed with concentration as his taloned feet tapped idly on the hard surface of the stone. What had arose from his throat was a soft hum, he was starting to get off track. At least it lasted as long as it did, but even with the song rising in his being he was still trying his best to focus on his small art project between his fingers. Careful not to let his movements interrupt the delicate procedure. ‘She's resplendent, so confident La Seine, La Seine, La Seine’ The fingers continued to work, following the beat of the hummed song, his talons making it easier to weave the small vines between each other. Like needles poking through the tiniest delicate strings. ‘I realize, I'm hypnotized La Seine, La Seine, La Seine’ A flip of the growing ring, to the other side now as he plucked another vine from the pile to start the pattern once more. He paused to bob his head enjoying the small tune that had now taken his mind. A soft smile appearing upon his face as he now continued his work, managing to free himself from the trance. But it didn’t stop him from continuing the song. ‘I hear the moon singing a tune La Seine, La Seine, La Seine’ Now flowers were being added to the ring, his talons snipping off bit and pieces that had found themselves prickling out of the otherwise almost perfect crown. ‘Is she divine, Is it the wine? La Seine, La Seine, La Seine’ His song had suddenly stopped, hand bringing the crown up to his head to measure it. The decorated beauty now resting in his feathery hair he took out his pocket mirror, flipping the golden lid up to view himself. His head turned from side to side admiring his work, finding that some pieces were actually done very well. He actually almost shocked himself that he was able to focus for such a long time! His free hand continued the work as the crown rested upon his head, fixing whatever he found imperfect to the dark purple circlet that he had crafted. Once satisfied he took it off carefully, holding it next to another crown that was made with bright orange fauna. A smile growing on his face as he had hopped himself off his perch, his feathers swinging gracefully across the thick grass that had cradled his feet. “ I feel alive when I'm beside La Seine, La Seine, La Seine From this angle like an angel La Seine, La Seine, La Seine” The hum had burst to a song, his voice melodic and beautiful as he continued to the next verse, ignoring the chorus. He placed the crowns upon the rock, dancing with himself in the small opening he had chose, feathers swaying delicately through the air as he pretended to dance with a partner. The soft glow of his orange plume lighting up the area as he hummed to himself the rest of the song. For being alone, he found comfort in knowing that someone was waiting for him. He knew she would love the gift.

It was idyllic and sweet, and a moment the both of them would cherish for a very long time.