A quiet (er) moment
*Subala's sitting out on the steps to the manor, legs dangling over toward the bushes, a blanket around her to keep her warm over the flannel shirt and scarf she's wearing. She's got a short knife in her hand and is whittling a lure, and is singing a song to herself, not TOO loudly for once. She can carry a tune, fortunately, although what more can be said for her voice is hard to say. The song may sound familiar, but it's not quite what you think it is*
The water is wide, and I cannot cross over
It's a little late to get your pilot's license now
But here is a boat we can take turns at rowing
To float the river with you is all I want, anyhow.
I saw your face and I learned about knowing
I learned your voice and I learned how to hear
We'll plant an oak in my palm; here's an acorn
And we'll watch it grow and shelter our home year by year
Oh yes the leaves will fall, and the boughs will break
That don't mean that love's a big mistake
Oh love is funny, love is hard, love is sometimes fragile
When you're young it keeps you sleepless, burning like a star
Love gets old and it waxes cold
But wait another season
It comes back to meet your open arms, whereever you are
Oh yes the leaves will fall, and the boughs will break
That don't mean that love's a big mistake
Love is tender, love is kind, love's a great big puzzle
We been looking for it from the moment we were born
Love gets old and you think it's cold
But you're lookin' in the wrong direction
Anyone can tell you love's only real when you've been worn
((ooc: "We'll Plant an Oak" by Nerissa Nields))
The water is wide, and I cannot cross over
It's a little late to get your pilot's license now
But here is a boat we can take turns at rowing
To float the river with you is all I want, anyhow.
I saw your face and I learned about knowing
I learned your voice and I learned how to hear
We'll plant an oak in my palm; here's an acorn
And we'll watch it grow and shelter our home year by year
Oh yes the leaves will fall, and the boughs will break
That don't mean that love's a big mistake
Oh love is funny, love is hard, love is sometimes fragile
When you're young it keeps you sleepless, burning like a star
Love gets old and it waxes cold
But wait another season
It comes back to meet your open arms, whereever you are
Oh yes the leaves will fall, and the boughs will break
That don't mean that love's a big mistake
Love is tender, love is kind, love's a great big puzzle
We been looking for it from the moment we were born
Love gets old and you think it's cold
But you're lookin' in the wrong direction
Anyone can tell you love's only real when you've been worn
((ooc: "We'll Plant an Oak" by Nerissa Nields))