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[Seasonal Event] sing for safety - Lily - 02-11-2019
RE: [Seasonal Event] sing for safety - Melita - 02-12-2019 M E L I T A
It was the singing that coaxed her attention – beautiful and melodic, something straight out glades and harmonies, bright, and ebullient. It reminded Melita of her mother’s beatific sonnets and verses, of her sister’s gentle, harmonizing hums, when they nestled themselves together along a quiet threshold and simply existed. So she was drawn, much like the luxere, to the soft chords, to the melancholy threads, and basked along the settlements, trying to pinpoint the source. Fangorn did the same, sniffing the air, bounding this way and that, and they were a pair suddenly striving to not bother others, but to peer, to witness, what talents existed between strangers and individuals. As they followed the notes, it became apparent that the enchantress wasn’t an unfamiliar creature at all, but Lily. Melita’s intentions were to suddenly leap out of the shadows and gesture openly at her abilities, marvel at her capabilities, and maybe ask for pointers and tips (because quite frankly, the girl had no musical talents whatsoever). However, the sight of glowing horns advancing along the well-trod pathways and worn trails was a herald of incoming gifts. So she slipped quietly, as stealthy as she could with Fangorn right behind her, and tried to sidle up alongside Lily as she sang. “Great job,” she whispered, and then she pointed towards the bright, incoming figures, luminous and twinkling in the distance. “They’re coming!” RE: [Seasonal Event] sing for safety - Lily - 02-15-2019
RE: [Seasonal Event] sing for safety - Melita - 02-22-2019 M E L I T A
She squeezed Lily’s hand back, intertwining her fingers in comfort and solidarity as the song washed over the valley, as the glowing ramparts hastened closer and closer, as she smiled in the softening dusk. The girl didn’t think about the lyrics or stanzas, the melancholy atmosphere drenching its heights and falls, but to the luxere, because she favored their open expressions over the longing twisting and turning through each line. “I’ll get us some apples,” she whispered back, releasing her hands to return to her satchel, sitting where she’d left it. Her eyes darted over her shoulder, but the luxere were mesmerized, not going anywhere, enchanted and lured, just as much as she, and she could feel something want to break over her, right then and there. She’d never quite grieved the missing parts of her life – and she swallowed them down now too, ruffling in her back for the apples she still had, a little battered, a little bruised, but she figured the deer wouldn’t mind. Melita returned quickly, eternally efficient, sliding one of the fruits into the palm of Lily’s hand. “Offer it to them,” she winked and encouraged, then did the same, lifting her palm containing the crimson reward towards the incoming deer, following the pattern she’d begun with Rexanna. |