- 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
Laughter draws Nate's eye, cartoonish wide and blinking. Was he going to dance at the wedding? "What kinda question is that? Obviously I'm gonna dance. It's uh... tradition." Whether or not he'd known it before this moment, whether or not Sunjata knew it. The hum grew into a song between the two of them, Melita changing the tune in his head, making something new. And as they fade away, and the final leg of the story comes, Nate beams blithely ahead of them, the simple niceness a soothing balm on his mind. "It sounds like a nice place to be in."
His story though, is a fair bit more sombre than Melita's had been, has a far les shappy ending. "It was... the piper, the uh... the Pied Piper. Pied was his clothes, though, not pies." Shaking his head, Nate lets out a soft laugh. "He had a pipe, and he was so... wait, no thats not..." The story stops, long enough for Nate to shift his head back and forth, trying to shake the memory loose. "There once was a town called... there once was a town, and they had a uh, a rat problem. The one day, a piper came to town, and he said he could fix the rat problem, but the town had to pay him. Cause he was doing a job for them, obviously."
His garrulous story seemed to finally have found it's tracks, Nate's sharp eye thrown towards Melita, making sure she's listening. Before them, the mouth of the cave that houses the portal rises up, Nate hesitating at it's threshold, though this tim because he wants to finish his story, not because of any latent panic. "And they agreed, so he played his pipe, and he played it so good that all the rats followed him, and they left the town. And then you know what happened?"
His story though, is a fair bit more sombre than Melita's had been, has a far les shappy ending. "It was... the piper, the uh... the Pied Piper. Pied was his clothes, though, not pies." Shaking his head, Nate lets out a soft laugh. "He had a pipe, and he was so... wait, no thats not..." The story stops, long enough for Nate to shift his head back and forth, trying to shake the memory loose. "There once was a town called... there once was a town, and they had a uh, a rat problem. The one day, a piper came to town, and he said he could fix the rat problem, but the town had to pay him. Cause he was doing a job for them, obviously."
His garrulous story seemed to finally have found it's tracks, Nate's sharp eye thrown towards Melita, making sure she's listening. Before them, the mouth of the cave that houses the portal rises up, Nate hesitating at it's threshold, though this tim because he wants to finish his story, not because of any latent panic. "And they agreed, so he played his pipe, and he played it so good that all the rats followed him, and they left the town. And then you know what happened?"
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.
