There is a scratching in my mind. The quietest insistence that I pay attention, like a mouse making the slightest of rustlings in the undergrowth. What does it want? I am poised on the edge of a motion, frozen and listening as the sound continues.
I hum to it, trying to match the faint notes. "Sand of gold, your treasure holds, between the dunes a secret told." the words slip almost unnoticed from my lips. "Night is long, the road is old, so walk with me until we're home. My love, I'm cold, until you're home." It's as if I'm hearing the words for the first time, and that may as well be true for how long it's been. Several lifetimes, at least. My head tips to one side, and to my shock I realize that my cheeks are wet.
There's a pause, and it's utterly still. Even the shadows have stopped their murmuring. "I have not known that song for a very long time," I say allowed, certain I am being heard. "Where did it come from?" More to the point, who did it come from. My eyes delve into the inky dark, unsure of what I'm looking for. Is this another trick, played by a jagged toothed creature? Or something subtler.
This is a common place, and though they're faded, many scents still linger here. One is stronger, but I have no face that it might belong to. Strangers, strangers everywhere, and not a bite to eat.
@[Aela]
I hum to it, trying to match the faint notes. "Sand of gold, your treasure holds, between the dunes a secret told." the words slip almost unnoticed from my lips. "Night is long, the road is old, so walk with me until we're home. My love, I'm cold, until you're home." It's as if I'm hearing the words for the first time, and that may as well be true for how long it's been. Several lifetimes, at least. My head tips to one side, and to my shock I realize that my cheeks are wet.
There's a pause, and it's utterly still. Even the shadows have stopped their murmuring. "I have not known that song for a very long time," I say allowed, certain I am being heard. "Where did it come from?" More to the point, who did it come from. My eyes delve into the inky dark, unsure of what I'm looking for. Is this another trick, played by a jagged toothed creature? Or something subtler.
This is a common place, and though they're faded, many scents still linger here. One is stronger, but I have no face that it might belong to. Strangers, strangers everywhere, and not a bite to eat.
@[Aela]