Twelfth Dressphere [Accidental Video]

[ladysummonr]

[Yuna is quietly reading a book in a chair, her lighting provided mostly by the fireplace. After a few seconds, she flips a page. She doesn't seem to be very immersed in the book. Actually, her interest is detached at best, and after a few moments she quietly drops the book to her lap and looks at the window. It's heavily frosted, providing very

Comments

[Video]

[endureandwait]

[Winry blinks, and smiles at hearing the singing, recognising the voice.]

Where did you learn to sing like that, Yuna? You're very good.

[Video]

[ladysummonr]

[Yuna's singing cuts off abruptly and she looks over to the PCD in mild confusion, as though she could've sworn she heard something come from it. She walks over and picks it up, her eyes widening, then becoming a bit sad. She forces a smile at Winry.]

Thank you. It's a song from my home, Spira, called Hymn of the Fayth.

[Video]

[endureandwait]

Oh! Sorry if I startled you. I just heard it on the PCD. I see. Do you know many other songs from home?

[Video]

[ladysummonr]

It's fine.. you get used to it.

There are some, as well as a few of my own songs.

[Video]

[endureandwait]

They often go off accidentally like that?

Well, I'm sure everyone wouldn't mind hearing more.

[Video]

[ladysummonr]

[Nods.

She then smiles. She's still suppressing those emotions.] Thank you, Winry. I might consider singing some more if you all enjoy it...

[Video]

[endureandwait]

Sure. I think some here are a bit down, so it might help cheer us up, being cooped inside like this. I know one person at least who will be annoyed at staying inside.