III. audio

[aslandish]

[For those who tune into the network in the early hours of the morning, there is a Song being sung. It is music without words, soft but growing in strength as the sun begins its ascent. The sound rises and falls like water upon the sand, and there's Power to it, a warmth that transcends the light of the sun that is both beautiful and terrible all

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[pullsheavendown]

That's pretty.

[audio]

[aslandish]

[There's a brief rustling sound on his end, a delay before he answers.]

Have you ever walked the dawn?

[audio] btw still need to do his permissions, but he can know everything.

[pullsheavendown]

I've seen more sunsets.

[audio] gotcha o/

[aslandish]

Reflections of the morning.

[There's a low hum in his throat. Thoughtfulness.]

They've a purpose all their own.

[makes_asteroids]

[Erik is not sleeping, again and hasn't in a few days, so he catches the song. He doesn't say anything, just listens. He's curled up in his chair, knees drawn to this chest, feeling more ten than eighty, when he still had some hope in things he can't quite remember but all feeling like he did when he'd overhear his parents talking about something he wasn't supposed to know about.]

[aslandish]

[It is rather like that, and when the Song trails off into the breeze, the silence left is a comfortable one.

He'll answer if spoken to first.]

[makes_asteroids]

[Erik can't quite relax into the silence, although some part of him things he should sleep and he's fighting that. Peace, he's learned, doesn't last and he fears what his mind would do to him in retaliation.]

Could...could you tell me what that was? [It's softly asked, the tone respectful.]

[aslandish]

[Ask and ye shall receive.]

A Song of Beginnings.

[voice]

[acemedium]

[Maya is an early riser and has had trouble sleeping for a long time anyway so-- she just listens quietly. There's a sniffle on her end, maybe.]

[voice]

[aslandish]

[He hears that, and after a long moment, he responds with warmth in his voice.]

Good morning.

[voice]

[acemedium]

[There's a little pause, but it's definitely not to wipe away a tear or anything. Nope]

Ah... good morning.

[voice]

[aslandish]

[D'aww, so sweet. :'>]

How do you fare?

[voice]

[decontrolled]

[ Long period of silence as he tries to wrap his mind around this presence. ]

What the fuck are you doing here?

[voice]

[aslandish]

[It's like summer come again with a radiance and warm that never ceases.]

I was called.

[voice]

[decontrolled]

[ Urgh, okay, so that... is really nice. He can't even get angry with you. This is as tamed and calm as he goes. ]

. . . Like everyone else in this goddamn city? Don't you have better shit to do? [ Unsaid is so why bother? ]

[voice]

[aslandish]

[He has that effect on people.]

There is a purpose to everything, whether we know what it is or not.

[Because they're worth it.]

[ofthetwili]

[Dawn! Midna barely managed to get back to her apartment on time from her night job delievery packages for Darkness Delievery. Unlike most of the inhabitants here, Midna couldn't survive in the sunlight so it was probably no surprise that she's one of the other person who's sighing over the loss of the darkness, but at least the Twilight of dawn was pretty. As the melody comes across the network and Midna changes from woman into Imp, she can't help but yawn as the melody comes to a slow finish.]

I suppose for a Lullaby that wasn't half bad.

[aslandish]

There are many songs that Narnia calls its own.

Video btw, ack!

[ofthetwili]

Narnia?

[The tiny imp flips once in the air before she stretches out and settles in her dark apartment.]

Never heard of it! Is that where you are from?

[You feel weird, almost like the Light Spirits - but there are only Goddesses where she is from. Still Midna's not going to comment on that. The last time she met a Light Spirit she almost died.]

Audio on his end XD

[aslandish]

From the land of Narnia and beyond the Eastern Sea.

Towards the ends of the earth lies my homeland.