+ dasa + Voice
[ The sound of a thud can be heard as the recorder clicks on. Following this is the sound of slow footsteps and jewels that dashes the moving figure.]
[ a pause ]
[ a distinct sound of one siting abruptly upon something ]
ufufufufu.... Deidara-hime makes a pretty good couch. Pretty good.
GET IT ECONTRA? HAHA! LAUGH WITH ME.
[sound of skin tapping skin]
Yes, thats right sleepy princess. The sunflower is ever so suiting.
[pause]
What a nice touch this Shinrabanshou has graced some of us with. Not to mention, the consulo has been bringing in the most delightful little creatures lately.
Econtra, Econtra. You're getting interesting again. At long last.
How is the fox and his hunter, I wonder. Tragic pair, those two.
Those silver clouds collected round the sun
His mid-day warmth abate not, seeming less
To overshade than multiply his beams
By soft reflection - grateful to the sky,
To rocks, fields, woods. Nor doth our human sense
Ask, for its pleasure, screen or canopy
More ample than the time-dismantled Oak
Spreads o'er this tuft of heath, which now, attired
In the whole fullness of its bloom, affords
Couch beautiful as e'er for earthly use
Was fashioned; whether, by the hand of Art,
That eastern Sultan, amid flowers enwrought
On silken tissue, might diffuse his limbs
In languor; or, by Nature, for repose
Of panting Wood-nymph, wearied with the chase.
Hmm....
L, I have cupcakes.
[ a pause ]
[ a distinct sound of one siting abruptly upon something ]
ufufufufu.... Deidara-hime makes a pretty good couch. Pretty good.
GET IT ECONTRA? HAHA! LAUGH WITH ME.
[sound of skin tapping skin]
Yes, thats right sleepy princess. The sunflower is ever so suiting.
[pause]
What a nice touch this Shinrabanshou has graced some of us with. Not to mention, the consulo has been bringing in the most delightful little creatures lately.
Econtra, Econtra. You're getting interesting again. At long last.
How is the fox and his hunter, I wonder. Tragic pair, those two.
Those silver clouds collected round the sun
His mid-day warmth abate not, seeming less
To overshade than multiply his beams
By soft reflection - grateful to the sky,
To rocks, fields, woods. Nor doth our human sense
Ask, for its pleasure, screen or canopy
More ample than the time-dismantled Oak
Spreads o'er this tuft of heath, which now, attired
In the whole fullness of its bloom, affords
Couch beautiful as e'er for earthly use
Was fashioned; whether, by the hand of Art,
That eastern Sultan, amid flowers enwrought
On silken tissue, might diffuse his limbs
In languor; or, by Nature, for repose
Of panting Wood-nymph, wearied with the chase.
Hmm....
L, I have cupcakes.