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11-28-2016, 10:37 AM
Play the music low,
and sway to the rhythm of love;
Maude looks over at her father quizzically when asked to go and fetch his lantern. She had not noticed that his delay had been his inability to quickly traverse the trees, rather than sleepiness, and had never been told of the object’s intrinsic value to his quality of life.and sway to the rhythm of love;
Why hadn’t he brought it, if he needed it for this venture so? Though her exit from the warm comfort of the tree had been sudden, she was sure she’d intoned that they were possibly travelling places; the Half Moon above should be plenty of light, besides. Still, she’s been asked, and though her young heart is immediately torn between the exciting adventure unfurling before her, and a love of her father, she chooses the latter to obey - for now.
"Yes, daddy," she morosely remarks, having decided that it was better to do as she was asked than to be banned entirely from going at all.
It does not spare the world her somewhat indignant, why do I have to do it snort as she pivots about and gallops back into the wood, disappearing into the swirling night mists of the Edge, and hoping that the gathered party has not left without her when she returns.
She does so relatively quickly, the lantern easy to spot among the natural surfaces and tones of their home, being an unnatural thing like it was. With the handle firmly grasped in her ginger lips, the maiden fretfully hurries back to where she’d left the others at the border. She travels as swiftly as she dares, what with her father’s fragile keepsake bouncing rhythmically against her tiny chest as she canters, and thinks she makes good time.
They’re still there, anyway, and though she is quite breathless as she gently lays the lantern against the ground, the glimmering light of hope, and excitement, has not wearied or wavered for one moment in her pale green eyes.
"Can we go now?" she almost whines, of both her sire, the pale stranger, and her Auntie in turn, her heart racing for reasons beyond her mad dash of lantern salvation.
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
