The gentle crooning drew her attention from her newfound treasure, lifting her gaze toward the branches with a curious tilt of her head. A dove, nestled comfortably among the leaves. She admired the little creature for a moment, a faint smile touching her lips as she wondered if the feather she'd collected might belong to it, Well, hello there, she murmured, though she hardly expected an answer.

Another voice greeted her, and Elske startled slightly dropping her feather her ears swiveling toward the unfamiliar sound before her eyes followed. She had been so occupied with her discovery that she hadn't noticed anyone approaching. Oh! Good morning she offered in return, a little sheepish at having been caught talking to the bird. Nevertheless, her smile remained warm and genuine as she turned to better regard the stranger.

Her eyes wandered toward the dove once more, curiosity getting the better of her. Is she yours? She's beautiful,