[ 49 - voice ]
[It's been some time since Scar last posted to the network. Today, his voice sounds distant and faraway, a quiet sense of nostalgia pervading his words. ]
Hm. The city is almost rebuilt already. Destruction and reconstruction, how ironic.
...The air is turning warm, again. [A soft, thoughtful little hum.]
Anatole is generally temperate, but the summer always makes me think of the desert. I miss it, sometimes. The sand, and the clarity of the sun. It's always obscured by fog, here...
[A short pause.]
Time can pass by so quickly. It's been nearly nine years since I left it. The coming of fall will mark my second year in this world.
I wonder how long it will have me. [A little quieter.] I wonder if I'll be allowed to remember, when it lets me go.
[This next pause is longer than those that preceded it. When he speaks again, his voice sounds a little less distant. Maybe a little...curious?]
...Is there something specific one does at a masquerade?
Hm. The city is almost rebuilt already. Destruction and reconstruction, how ironic.
...The air is turning warm, again. [A soft, thoughtful little hum.]
Anatole is generally temperate, but the summer always makes me think of the desert. I miss it, sometimes. The sand, and the clarity of the sun. It's always obscured by fog, here...
[A short pause.]
Time can pass by so quickly. It's been nearly nine years since I left it. The coming of fall will mark my second year in this world.
I wonder how long it will have me. [A little quieter.] I wonder if I'll be allowed to remember, when it lets me go.
[This next pause is longer than those that preceded it. When he speaks again, his voice sounds a little less distant. Maybe a little...curious?]
...Is there something specific one does at a masquerade?