[What to sing, what to sing... Hm. Normally, she'd sing a haunted song, her favorite type, but she's not up for it right now - it's not the time for one. And she's sure this boy wouldn't exactly appreciate something about death and despair, or monsters and demons, right now either. Perona sighs and looks out the window again, at the drops of rain still on the glass, and leans her head onto her hand. Rain...yes, rain. That sounds like a good thing to sing about - the rain.
Blinking, and not looking back into the journal, she lowers one hand and has a few hollows waft from her palm. They can be her back-up, and she can throw her voice between each of them for the "echo" effect she wants. Quietly, like a whisper, she starts her song.]
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Blinking, and not looking back into the journal, she lowers one hand and has a few hollows waft from her palm. They can be her back-up, and she can throw her voice between each of them for the "echo" effect she wants. Quietly, like a whisper, she starts her song.]