fifteenth hymn [ .action/voice/video/all of the above. ]

[mystearical]

[Tear is seated at a small desk in her bedroom, writing something that kind of looks like a letter. In truth it's just a continuation of her vague notes on Luceti. There is a small candle burning in lieu of a desk lamp, but otherwise the room is dark due to the faded daylight. She straightens when she hears the door open, but does not immediately look away from her writing.]

I'll be done in just a moment, if--

[Her chair clatters out from under her suddenly, and with a cry, her paper, quill and ink are shoved away from the desk in a flurry of motion. The candle is extinguished in the struggle, and after a while, the room is left dark and silent.]

[[ooc; which is to say, derrrrrp. Tear's Mallynapped until I get my ass in gear. :|b]]