[ she sees the distraction for what it is, but is glad to take it — a fool turns away from kindness offered, after all. ]
Yes, I would love to. [ and so she sings — songs of delight, made when the world was young and the trees still stood; songs of lament, for those lost, for the darkness covering parts of her homeland. songs of respect, for the stars, for the valar; songs of healing, ones that make the soul feel rested.
and through all of them, the sound of dizi, beautiful and haunting, sings with her. ]
puts a bow on this
Yes, I would love to. [ and so she sings — songs of delight, made when the world was young and the trees still stood; songs of lament, for those lost, for the darkness covering parts of her homeland. songs of respect, for the stars, for the valar; songs of healing, ones that make the soul feel rested.
and through all of them, the sound of dizi, beautiful and haunting, sings with her. ]