So, the KG event was good after many possibilities of badness. I felt like everything I had a part in went well and the things my fellow plottys did were fantastic. PC's as usual making stories great - something to be a part of instead of something to witness. Been sad today though - the Khan's death just so sad. Playing Ishon who grew up with her as her childhood friend before Kassar became Khan and she became an advisor - we had so many small childhood stories. So, now to make others cry! I didn't write this one - it's in a series of books by Michelle West and it's been going through my head all day. Not going to change words to fit the mythology of Kings Gate, so parts are a bit weird. I just picture her mother singing it to her when she was too young to worry about being Khan.
The Cradle Song
The sun has gone down, gone down my love
Na'sarra Na'sarra child
Let me take down my helm and my shield bright
Let me forsake the world of guile
For the lady is watching, is watching, my love
Na'sarra, Na'sarra dear
And she knows that the heart which is guarded and scarred
Is still pierced by the darkest of fear
When you smile I feel joy
When you cry I feel pain
When you sleep in my arms I feel strong
But the Lord does not care
For the infant who sleeps
In the cradle of arms and my song
The time it will come, it will come my love
Na'Sarra, Na'Sarra my own
When the veil will fall and separate us
May you bury me when you are grown
For the heart, oh the heart is a dangerous place
It is breaking with joy and with fear
Worse though if you'd never been born to me,
Na'Sarra, Na'Sarra, my dear.