zephyr
There's something about sitting here in a cozy dining room with a mother and son listening enraptured as you spin a story that... well, it does something to you, and later on you'll have to wonder if it's good or bad. It's as though you've stepped through a looking glass to another life, a life that you will never have and that you don't belong in, but fuck if it isn't everything you've always wanted, everything you've lost.
The thought might have been enough to stop you if it wasn't for the two pairs of eyes still watching intently, innocently expecting you to go on. With a sharp inhalation and a shaky smile you run your hand over the teacup, faltering only for a moment before reclaiming the storyteller's thread.
"The biggest an' the brightest," you agree with Vai, glancing at her for a moment before turning back down to your cup. "An' when it isn' in the sky it's guarded by spirits. On the tallest mountain the spirit of a dragon keeps it in her hoard, protectin' it when Safrin' isn' hangin' it in the sky.
"Now, one day a young mer got it inta' his head t'go an' steal the moon. Whether he wanted it for fame, or for glory, or to impress a girl- nobody knows. Maybe he just wanted t'be the greatest treasure hunter there'd ever been. Whatever his reason, he left his home an' made his way to the mountains.
"It took a year an' a day t'climb to the highest peak, but eventually the mer made it. An' there it was, more bright an' beautiful than he could ever dream: the moon itself, its silver light fillin' up his eyes.
"An' wrapped around it- well. Whaddya think he saw?"
The thought might have been enough to stop you if it wasn't for the two pairs of eyes still watching intently, innocently expecting you to go on. With a sharp inhalation and a shaky smile you run your hand over the teacup, faltering only for a moment before reclaiming the storyteller's thread.
"The biggest an' the brightest," you agree with Vai, glancing at her for a moment before turning back down to your cup. "An' when it isn' in the sky it's guarded by spirits. On the tallest mountain the spirit of a dragon keeps it in her hoard, protectin' it when Safrin' isn' hangin' it in the sky.
"Now, one day a young mer got it inta' his head t'go an' steal the moon. Whether he wanted it for fame, or for glory, or to impress a girl- nobody knows. Maybe he just wanted t'be the greatest treasure hunter there'd ever been. Whatever his reason, he left his home an' made his way to the mountains.
"It took a year an' a day t'climb to the highest peak, but eventually the mer made it. An' there it was, more bright an' beautiful than he could ever dream: the moon itself, its silver light fillin' up his eyes.
"An' wrapped around it- well. Whaddya think he saw?"
we were toogether
who cared about the rest?
who cared about the rest?
