Dubbed "Golden chords", Zimmerlarks were arguably one of the most daylight loving beings one could encounter. Deeper into the thickest nooks of the woods was where their melodious chants rose the loudest.
Those darling looking birds sang all the way as the carriage threaded the lively greens. A tune that could, without a doubt, tame any soul in under seconds.
Had they been predators, they'd have been the fiercest for disarming the most cautious of creatures would have been a child's play for their kind.
So nearly hypnotic, they'd successfully lulled Arabella into a blissful daze. One so calming, it'd led her to shut her eyes and rest her head against the car.
A squeak here, a quack there… Every other sound blended seamlessly with the unrelenting chirp, birthing a symphony like no other.
