"I need..an audience!" Sings announced to seemingly no one, knee deep in a patch of bramble bushes, occasionally wincing as a burr or two would catch at his coat. "No, more then that I need a muse! And a good cleaning.." His smile dipping slightly, waiting for a response from his invisible little friends. A sudden paired noise of chitterings and scritching sounds coming from the bushes within. "There you two are, not the most provocative audience I suppose but you'll do...now if only I could find a muse.."
Sings found himself sighing again, here he was, excited, bursting with ideas, and yet at the same time..not..uninspired, muse-less, story-less. Normally it all came so fluidly for him, like a flowing river, seamless and never ending, fast and bright. Today though for once he found himself wondering why he bothered at all, there was rarely anyone to listen to him, no one to play his ideas off of or express himself too. His family did not seem to share his love, and what little Dappled did share, was often vastly opposite and highly despairing.
Of course his little pair of foxbuns were always there, Shadow and DD, they understood! But as loving as the little pair was, they were hardly a worthy audience, and they didn't quite seem to grasp 'applauding' .
