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It's a quiet, patient sound, the melody winding through the crowded bar, twining through people and chairs like an invisible cat, a faint, soft pressure on one's awareness. Yrael's fingers are deft and gentle against the keys of the piano, pale as the ivory beneath them.
The song is slow to build, like the steady rise of the tide, timeless and patient as the change of the seasons. The slow awakening of the day carries no more beauty than the twisting, teasing melody being played now, promising light and love and joy and unknown adventure beyond the next phrase.
The song is slow to build, like the steady rise of the tide, timeless and patient as the change of the seasons. The slow awakening of the day carries no more beauty than the twisting, teasing melody being played now, promising light and love and joy and unknown adventure beyond the next phrase.