THIRTY-SEVEN souls » lights-out

[martelandmany]

[A low, soothing music is playing over the journal. Martel knows some people hate thunderstorms, so this is her way of helping

Comments

[Written]

[neverplaysfair]

What sort of music is that?

[Written]

[martelandmany]

[Assume it's in a cursive-esque print, since I'm lazy to HTML it right now~]

I think it's a lullaby.

[Written]

[neverplaysfair]

[ *nodnod* ]

It's quite beautiful. Where did you learn it?

[Written]

[martelandmany]

Aselia. My home-world. My brother used to fall asleep to something like it.

[errr.... voice, I suppose]

[fortunefail]

[Yuan doesn't want to interrupt the music, so he'll just listen for now. It's been a while since he last heard Martel's panflute and, ironically, it does have a soothing effect.]

[voice]

[martelandmany]

[She sees you, Yuan. After a minute, at least, when she opens one eye a crack to see if anyone's there. But she's not gonna say anything, just keep playing until the song's over. Then she'll pause, resting a bit between the songs.]

[voice]

[fortunefail]

You still haven't lost your touch.

[Is that a small smile? Why, yes it is.]

[voice]

[martelandmany]

I try to practice when I can. [Likewise, of course.]

[Voice]

[miamijustice]

A haunting melody.

[Voice]

[martelandmany]

[She lets it trail off at the end of the musical phrase, offering a candlelit smile.]

I'd hoped for 'calming'.

[Voice]

[miamijustice]

The mood gave it a different feel. [And with that, he pauses, before-]

However- [...] However, it was a pleasant haunt.

[Voice]

[martelandmany]

I'm glad you think so.

[lilblackfeather]

[ Cooro's probably in another room, just sleepily smiling and listening. ]

[martelandmany]

[Oh no, she forgot to warn Cooro she was going back to the Center. That's where she's at now, a little bit stuck thanks to the storm. Still, she's not gonna burst his bubble. He seems sleepy, anyway. So she'll be playing a bit slower, most definitely a lullaby now.]

[lilblackfeather]

[ The fluffy headed little boy nuzzles into the pillow he's clutching and keeps listening and watching her. ]

That's a pretty song.

[martelandmany]

[You can see her smile slightly against her panpipes, if you're paying attention. The music seems to say, 'sleep, cooro, sleeeeeep'.]

[unseenspy]

[Jay stumbles into the New Feather center, drenched from the rain, still clutching his jacket in his arms. He still hasn't put it on, as it hasn't been modified to account for his wings.]

[The wings ache more than ever now from the running and the raindrops that had pelted them. He drops to his knees and buries his face in his jacket for a moment, sobbing softly. Then he looks up, taking note of the darkness and the melody that fills the room.]

Oh Nerifes...this can't be the New Feather center...

[martelandmany]

[She quickly puts down her panpipes, lifting the candle toward the newcomer.]

Oh, it is. I'm sorry, we've run out of lamp oil until the storm lets up. Come on, let's get you dried off. [She'll be stepping over to reach into a cupboard, and soon you'll see the shape of a towel being handed your way.]

[unseenspy]

[Jay drops his jacket and takes the towel, drying himself...carefully, making sure not to disturb his wings.]

Ah...th-thank you. Are you the one who...runs this place?

[martelandmany]

I suppose so. I'm Martel.