A Hum sang through the air as Calliopes delicate hands decorated with a dark henna like cosmetic stroked through the dirtied flea ridden fur of an old mule well past it's better days. Her eyes would spring up to see you, her humming immediately stopping "Oh- apologies, I didnt think anybody was here. I do hope I'm not intruding." She'd state, her voice soft and almost ethereal as she straightened her posture
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