Well, if it's trying to bite him, then it has to drop the harmonica. Indigo retrieves it and dusts it off, examining it to see if it's been damaged.
"You can let 'im go," she comments. "I never wanted to hurt the little feller. I just wanted my harmonica back." Polite enough to answer his question, she adds:
"It's called Moon River. It's an old Earth song." Satisfied that her harmonica isn't hurt, she tucks it away in a pocket before straightening her posture -- and beginning to sing.
"Moon River, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style someday...."
Unless he stops her, she'll go through the entire song for him; it's not as if it's a very long one. And as she sings, her entire aura seems to change; from awkward but earnest cowgirl to classy dame, the likes of a lounge singer or classical musician. Her accent disappears, and the natural reverb to her voice lends the whole thing an otherworldly, almost ethereal, quality as well.
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"You can let 'im go," she comments. "I never wanted to hurt the little feller. I just wanted my harmonica back." Polite enough to answer his question, she adds:
"It's called Moon River. It's an old Earth song." Satisfied that her harmonica isn't hurt, she tucks it away in a pocket before straightening her posture -- and beginning to sing.
"Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style someday...."
Unless he stops her, she'll go through the entire song for him; it's not as if it's a very long one. And as she sings, her entire aura seems to change; from awkward but earnest cowgirl to classy dame, the likes of a lounge singer or classical musician. Her accent disappears, and the natural reverb to her voice lends the whole thing an otherworldly, almost ethereal, quality as well.