I am half-sick of shadows...

... But wasn't that interesting?

[She chuckles, the laugh a pleasant ripple which peters of into a soft sigh of amusement.]

Guardian, dear Guardian... I will hold my end of our bargain. They are free to go.

[The feed that comes over the communicators is untraceable. There's no name attached to it, no date, no timestamp - nothing that others may note on the broadcasts made by their fellows. Light, gentle music tinkles in the background along with the chirruping of birds and other wildlife ( Read more... )

[Thunder is heard faintly in the distance, a low but steady rumble of approaching stormclouds. Those who look to the sky might see those very clouds, slowly edging closer to the town, though they are still a ways off ( Read more... )

[The following message is only audible to children. It does not come from over the communicators, but rather seems to swirl all around them, a kindly, enchanting voice.]

Are you lost, my ducklings, my dears?
Are you frightened, are you in tears?
Come to my bower, my darlings, my loves,
Come to the forest, my sweet turtle-doves.

[The woman's voice is one that hasn't been heard before. It's beautiful and lilting, and no matter how soft it sounds, it seems to have some sort of pull to it, as if to entice you to listen to her, to hang on her every word. It's a sensual voice, a soft voice, a teasing voice, all in one. At least, it's one you won't forget easily.You all spend so ( Read more... )