As she finishes her song, she twirls on the tip of the rock, and ends in a pose that usually has a partner. Her dress parted up the her thigh, and she pointed her elegant olive toe.
The animals, all cheered, and became anxious. Hopping up and down the beckoned her to sing again. She sat back down in the protruding rock, and pulled her legs up to her chin. Trailing behind her was the long sable braid, dangling just above the water's surface. Resting her head on her chin, and curling her toes on the rock's edge she wondered,
Is there anyone out there for me... It was spring in the forest, and the animals were all pairing up and everything was bursting with life. Every year Zeta simply watched, wishing she had someone of her own. Her gate was solemn as she descended the rock "You want me to sing another song?"
The animals all cheered, watching as her face saddened, they stopped. The tone of the forest reflected her, the tree branches seemed lethargic, and the leaves drooped. The wind almost sounded like music as it whipped through the branches.
♪♫♪♫As she sings, she begins dancing around the lake. Her long legs carry her gracefully, her toes pointed and poised. She moves with the music, and bellows out the tune at the top of her lungs. Singing with all her loneliness, teardrops form in her eyes.
Her gaze looks out to the forest, for no particular reason she feels as if someone is listening to her, shaking off the feeling she continues her song.
Her voice is hypnotic, beckoning and echoing through the forest. The tree's sway with her voice, dancing in the wind.