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Caer dipped her feet into the clear stream, humming to herself. She cherished her privacy but have heard about the new Spirits in the Evercommon Garden.
'I wonder if I should go join them', she thought. 'But Dawnsong does get so chatty that it's hard to keep up with her.'

She lay on the grass and savored the sweet cold wind, thinking about her friend. She fancied she heard voices in the air but ignored them, for there are always voices here. Yet, she felt abit happier knowing that there will soon be new friends to talk to. It will be a matter of time before the thousand gardens is fun and jovial once more, back in the days when the Promise Princess was around.

Caer noticed the new Spirit in the garden and wondered briefly whether it was one of the evil ones that beckon the fairies into the deep waters to be swallowed forever. She concentrated and saw the gentle spirit wavering in and out of sight, and the gentle giggles and knew that it is one of the peaceful ones.

'That's good,' she thought. 'I wouldn't tolerate any of the evil spirits in this garden!'

Airlia sat in the middle of the crystal clear lake upon one of the lagest lilies she had seen. The flower neither bent nor became crushed under her non-existant weight, spirit as she was. She was looking down into the reflective waters she noticed they showed everything above its surface, except for her. If she but had them her lips would have shown a small sad smile. Solitude had its own luxuries, and she had a voice at least but one could never replace or find a reflection. Dimly aware of the limitless ways she could 'see' and 'turn' she tracked the path of a fish swimming past until it disappeared into more darker parts of the water, for a moment she continued 'looking' for it. A flash of silver scale here and there, the tip of a fin out the corner of her eye but at last she gave up and looked back down at the undisturbed water....

Not so undisturbed now! A small ripple ran its length across the mirrored surface and she thought perhaps that had been what had sent the fish scampering away, though it had seemed so small it shouldn't have scared the poor thing. Somewhere not far away she sensed another passing spirit and...a Llithe? Of course, Caer. The startling beautifull Llithe was known to be seen around the shores of the mirror lake garden and it made sense that it would be she to send some sort or 'pulse' through the waters.
A more heartfelt pulse of her own indicated the way she felt about this fact and she returned her eyeless gaze back to the water, singing ever so softly. It would easily be carried across the lake by the wind, for what else is there for a lone spirit to do but sing to herself?
"Like suddenly noticing the sound of birds for the first time. Upon awakening in the morning, I finally noticed how cold this cheek was
Upon being gently touched..."