23 - PAfH; [Audio // Common]
[Sheik is feeling unnaturally verbose, likely because in comparison to the usual, he hasn’t heard anything from his other half for about a fortnight. Well, not enough to truly constitute as anything. He’s had more than enough time to witness the tragic events aboard and the victory that’s followed after.
In the background, his nimble fingertips are plucking the strings of his harp. If the ship has returned to 'normal', then it seems only natural that he should as well. With that comes an intricate tale, cryptic for the most part.]
Silence.
A lullaby to the uneasy peace.
A tranquility to the tyranny.
And solace to oppression.
With these eyes, suffering is marked.
To venture through a never-ending war with only hope as a guide…
How it detriments the soul.
Yet there is a sweet fragrance of subjugation, which lingers in the air.
Those unified against a greater cause have shown their natures.
With hands reached for that proverbial sky, they have shown their power and their strength.
Still there remains the longing for a leader.
Kindness; compassion; and personality.
This has been requested-perhaps not by majority-however, requested all the same.
If she should return, would she accept this position, or would she, as typical, refrain?
Her stance high, her optimism, her faith, the strength others are not permitted to see…
Do these truly qualify her for such responsibility?
To be free and restrained all the same.
This can hardly be considered liberation.
To put aside prosperity of personal values for the sake of others.
It cannot be defined as genuine joviality.
There is no other way to turn, for all about her reigns in an eerie silence.
It is as though she has simply slipped into oblivion.
Falling onto shoulders of deep blue, it may be of that result.
To alter things for the future-if there should be one-a certain individual should be called.
If that entity is to be recognized, then may the ears follow the tones of the harp.
It is not a means to an end, this silence, but rather to a beginning.
In the background, his nimble fingertips are plucking the strings of his harp. If the ship has returned to 'normal', then it seems only natural that he should as well. With that comes an intricate tale, cryptic for the most part.]
Silence.
A lullaby to the uneasy peace.
A tranquility to the tyranny.
And solace to oppression.
With these eyes, suffering is marked.
To venture through a never-ending war with only hope as a guide…
How it detriments the soul.
Yet there is a sweet fragrance of subjugation, which lingers in the air.
Those unified against a greater cause have shown their natures.
With hands reached for that proverbial sky, they have shown their power and their strength.
Still there remains the longing for a leader.
Kindness; compassion; and personality.
This has been requested-perhaps not by majority-however, requested all the same.
If she should return, would she accept this position, or would she, as typical, refrain?
Her stance high, her optimism, her faith, the strength others are not permitted to see…
Do these truly qualify her for such responsibility?
To be free and restrained all the same.
This can hardly be considered liberation.
To put aside prosperity of personal values for the sake of others.
It cannot be defined as genuine joviality.
There is no other way to turn, for all about her reigns in an eerie silence.
It is as though she has simply slipped into oblivion.
Falling onto shoulders of deep blue, it may be of that result.
To alter things for the future-if there should be one-a certain individual should be called.
If that entity is to be recognized, then may the ears follow the tones of the harp.
It is not a means to an end, this silence, but rather to a beginning.