[Cy is still the size of a bullet, and VERY VERY TIRED OF BEING IGNORED BY ALL YOU BIG PEOPLE. So here she is, sitting in the middle of a flock of minuscule, brightly-colored birds. She's surrounded by a faint, cool glow. He mouth is wide open and more of the little jewel-colored creatures are spilling out onto the plane every moment as she croons a tuneless little song.]
Current Mood:
annoyed
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