- NATE -
do you feel at home? your flames are burning higher
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
Shifting closer, Nate throws an arm around Melita’s shoulders, some part of him carful to not actually lean on her, to not make his steps her burden, any more than they already were. Not when his mood has shifted so much, when he feels almost light, with talk of dancing and weddings. ”I’m looking forward to it too. I am a little...” He stops himself before saying nervous, shaking his head instead. It’s going to be a good time. It’s going to be good for them.
A smile breaks over Nate’s face, not reaching his eyes as he shakes his head. ”The town decided since the rats were gone, and he was only one man, they’d run him out of town without paying him. And they did.” Another pause, for drama this time, because of course the story didn’t end there. It could barely be called a cautionary tale where he’d left it. ”But he was the very best pipe player, and he was going to get payed one way or another. So he came back to town, in the middle of the night, and he played. And all the children in the town left their beds, and they followed the piper. The same way the rats did. And none of them were ever seen again.” Ever with a dramatic flair, no sooner than the end of his story does Nate step wordlessly into the portal, all but falling sideways into the white mist.
Just a hop back to Torchline, a trek that Nate would never have made it in without Melita. He’ll have to thank her, properly, when he can.
~Fin
A smile breaks over Nate’s face, not reaching his eyes as he shakes his head. ”The town decided since the rats were gone, and he was only one man, they’d run him out of town without paying him. And they did.” Another pause, for drama this time, because of course the story didn’t end there. It could barely be called a cautionary tale where he’d left it. ”But he was the very best pipe player, and he was going to get payed one way or another. So he came back to town, in the middle of the night, and he played. And all the children in the town left their beds, and they followed the piper. The same way the rats did. And none of them were ever seen again.” Ever with a dramatic flair, no sooner than the end of his story does Nate step wordlessly into the portal, all but falling sideways into the white mist.
Just a hop back to Torchline, a trek that Nate would never have made it in without Melita. He’ll have to thank her, properly, when he can.
~Fin
this is your hell, dancing for something that was
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
