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01-26-2016, 02:26 PM
don't get lost in my lyrics you won't find your way out This wanderlust was proving unshakable no matter how much the girl wanted to be free of it. There was inherently unlikeable about any of the places she had visited over the past months but after a time she would always move on. The forests, the meadow, and even the lovely grove of willows that she had loved so dearly when first she came to this land, they all seemed so wretchedly unsatisfying now. Even the people she had met, ships in the night that passed with out making an impression, forming a connection, until the faerie girl began to wonder if she were merely a phantom on this land, passing silently and leaving no trace…Such was her life since Finn and Kvothe had abandoned her taking with them her dream of their traveling troupe. Where once she had been blithe and bonny, now did the girl wrap herself in melancholy but still she sang. Her song for this fading afternoon was a sad one, a ballad of her homeland that told of a young man who’d left his sweetheart behind. She hadn’t thought it would make her think so much of how Finn had left her but the sadness welled up as she moved from verse to verse. Innocent and fanciful as she’d been, Aisling had imagined herself to be falling in love with the gentle little stallion and his unannounced departure was so similar to the one that had been passed down in the song. Her gentle voice carried sweetly through the trees, the turning leaves in shades of yellow and orange a suiting scene for the little white lass. In eyes of stormy grey, tears threatened but did not fall; Aisling had always hated to cry, it was such a useless and tiring thing to do. The tune faded on the last long note and as the song ended her gait faltered and the little mare slowed to a halt. Where to now? the constant question repeated itself in her mind and her barreled chest heaved in a heavy sigh. No where to go that I don’t take this with me… ".” @Milo |
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
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