Spirit Bound: Chapter Eighty-Five
There was a faint drone of bees, but no wind, no birdsong. the setting was somewhat appropriate for the previous alpha, but so wrong at the same time. it was the _sound_ of a garden ruarc had loved more than anything else about them.
Remembrance - Part 2
The sound was a little trill of chirps and whistles, almost like birdsong in its quality, only more scratchy, more throaty, more guttural. yet the strange sounds made perfect sense to his ears, sounded every bit as intelligible as the english language.
Object of my Affection
As sunrise approached robert was roused from his sleep by birdsong. slowly the memories of the previous night floated back into his mind.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 122
._) something heavy on her chest, her lungs filled with dust, birdsong on the breeze, blades of sunshine cutting through the gaps in the trees, a counterpoint to the long shadows falling across the carpet of leaves, tiny bugs flying through the air, spots
Interview with: Rod_Erich
He could hear the water from the fountain, the pleasing melody of morning birdsong, even the bass tones his own heartbeat.
Chapter 17 Copy Cat
He could hear the birdsong. her golden eyes scanned his face and seemed to note his worry. "i wanted it too," she assured him. he cleared his throat awkwardly. "i just worry that . . . i mean." he rubbed the back of his ears and heard her laugh.
Chapter 2
Peace and content washed over them as they became aware of the fading of light and birdsong. dusk swept purple across the sky. out in the streets, wolves were walking home or going to patrol. roan had patrol that night.
Distractions
birdsong - trilling pidgeotto, and the rarer sounds of rufflet - danced on the breeze. the forest was thin here, and the sunlight began to filter through the leaves, splashing against the ground.
Freelancers, Chapter Twelve
She'd used her omni-tool to search the citadel's entertainment network and found a long track of gentle flute music with birdsong and distant wind in the background, and had set her envirosuit to stream it into her helmet.
No Swimming
That was when she heard it, the tiniest sound among the rustling leaves, harmonious birdsong and chitters of the woodland pokémon; a tiny splash. where there was a splash there was water, or at least a water-type!
Presto - Chapter 2
birdsong mixed with airplane rumble in this corner of paradise, and arden chuckled to himself at the juxtaposition, as he glanced at the contrails that crisscrossed the entire length and breadth of the sky.
Kaiya, Chapter the Second
I remember the rest of the day in flashes, as pictures of sunlight through trees, of the sound of birdsong, and of her voice. she talked, that day, in occasion questions, and remarks that grew gradually stranger... ...