room 316 - monday evening - 7/27
Nothing seemed to work today.
His class had gone well enough, of course, but he'd tried to bake only to find he wasn't in the mood. Tried to cook to find the same. He'd tried even a flight and that hadn't been right at all, a feeling he couldn't shake off even after he'd touched the ground again. So, after walking Makejoy, Liir had decided to go to bed early.
That hadn't quite worked either.
Eventually, he'd gone and done something he didn't like doing, something he'd thought he was past; he reached into the closet and pulled out the Witch's cloak, burying his nose in the folds of the Munchkinlander wool, covering his eyes with the darkness of the fabric. It lay heavy over him, heavy but soft, and eventually, as it had many times before, it sung him to sleep.
"Eleka namen namen atum atum eleka namen... eleka namen namen atum atum eleka..."
The words were soothing, soft, a reminder of times past when he'd fallen asleep outside the Witch's room listening to her work even as he drifted off.
...he'd only realize sometime later that there was more than one voice singing.
[establishy!]
His class had gone well enough, of course, but he'd tried to bake only to find he wasn't in the mood. Tried to cook to find the same. He'd tried even a flight and that hadn't been right at all, a feeling he couldn't shake off even after he'd touched the ground again. So, after walking Makejoy, Liir had decided to go to bed early.
That hadn't quite worked either.
Eventually, he'd gone and done something he didn't like doing, something he'd thought he was past; he reached into the closet and pulled out the Witch's cloak, burying his nose in the folds of the Munchkinlander wool, covering his eyes with the darkness of the fabric. It lay heavy over him, heavy but soft, and eventually, as it had many times before, it sung him to sleep.
"Eleka namen namen atum atum eleka namen... eleka namen namen atum atum eleka..."
The words were soothing, soft, a reminder of times past when he'd fallen asleep outside the Witch's room listening to her work even as he drifted off.
...he'd only realize sometime later that there was more than one voice singing.
[establishy!]