[SE] and so much more

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

The little bird addition made her picture more than just portions of a background, and she became more absorbed and amused with the details. Adding more onto its plumage as the real one pecked at the ground, she began to hum again lightly – using it as an opportunity to draw focus away from any further mentions of her sister. “Thank you,” came about instead, with a nearly imperceptible shrug, as if to take the sting out.

At the mention of his favorite, she turned her head, intending to glance at the manifested depictions – with the bright blotches of color and segments of movement, motion, and seemingly other random things. She grinned again, a little less weary and exceedingly polite, if a bit mischievous in between everything else. “Those are nice. You could hang them up in your home.”

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all