<strong>Bright Eyes</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1REx9zC8qeGSSiFkX3gj0Dnudwixef9loemSC3dQYRi8/edit)<br/><br/>Bright Eyes spoke for what felt like the first time in hours, and in a very small voice.  When they'd stepped onto the nightingale floor, she'd been about to say that if they played the right song the guards wouldn't come and tried to figure out the tune and continue down the floor.  It was what she'd expected from a nightingale floor and would have been disastrous.<br/><br/>She lightly reached up to the magnificent, winged beauty and touched her on the shoulder, "Rapture, do you...  Think you could win a dancing contest against her?  You're so much more beautiful and graceful than I.  Every time I see you move i think you're dancing?"