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[heroictale]

Who: Heron, anyone
When: Day 27, late night (slightly backdated)
Where: Outside Apartment Z
What: A sleepless night?

[A man sits outside Apartment Z, his head gently resting against the wall as he sings softly but clearly, his voice not loud but the song travels. He repeats the words of the hymn without care for whether he has an audience or not]

Sing to me oh Weaver Kolotha, oh Queen of the Gods, and Lady of Truth. Pull back the curtain on this brief life and let me see the holy pattern beyond. Let me fathom only the tiniest threads you weaves. I pray you let this fool speak other than foolishness. I invoke thee in the name of truth.

Sing to me as well, oh Storyteller, oh many-tongued. Let my words be sweet. Let the telling of this tale ease the suffering of all we sad mortals. Make clever my tongue and lovely my voice. Let this ham-fisted prattler sing a song worth hearing. I invoke thee in the name of beauty.
Once, once, long ago, there was nothing. Then, in this nothing, there was dust. Then, in the nothing and the dust, there was a heart. This heart had a wish, but what that wish is not for we mortals to know. But to fill this wish, the heart must create. And so the heart called all the dust in the nothing onto itself. The dust came unto a heart, and the heart had a body. Pleased with this, the heart warmed. It warmed and warmed until it became fire, and its body of dust became fire. And so it became the first life- what we call now the Old Woman.

But a heart alone is a lonely one, and one heart yearns for another. In her own awareness, she learned that her yearnings became a call that even nothing responded to. So it came to be, that in that darkness, there became dust, and from it, another heart. This heart knew nothing but the love it received from its maker, and grew. It did not seek to compete with her warmth, merely to receive it, so he did not burn. The dust became soil, and he became the second life - what we now call the Old Man.
From her, he had learned, and yearned himself. He called as she had, and created two beings to circle himself. They were named Lunox and Lundia, the blue and the red daughters, but their affection did not please him. They were always out of his reach... so he turned inward and called.

His call became the water, and from the ground - just as he had come from her warmth - grew those who began from their love.

First called from the ground was Regelus- who named himself King. He looked at the beast in the ground, the sea and sky, and he named them. When he had named them he said "I have created this."
Second called from the ground were the Twins, Kolotha and Corpus, she who weaves and he who cuts, fate and form. They together understood the two sides of Truth and she was found most beautiful and mysterious by Regelus. He named her his Queen and thus it was so. Everything flowed from them, onwards, until the Old Man was brimming with life, whom he loved as the Old Woman loved him.

While the Old Man held so much life in his arms, the daughters of the sky became jealous and forever tug at his attention, pulling it back at forth between each other as siblings will.

The swell and ebb of the tides are their yearning and loneliness.

((Thank you Lady for letting me C&P this :3))

((OOC: SLEEP BECKONS. I'll pick up in the morning/noon.))

Comments

[thevineintervention]

[oh no I love this one '^'


leaning against the door frame, eyes and blossoms closed]

[heroictale]

[It's a classic. The corner of his lips quirk upwards when he sees her and he keeps singing. Who needs sorrow when you have the hymn of the familiar?]

[thevineintervention]

[You signin' it Cephean style or with the Lacanis melody babe? Because I only know the harmony for one of those versions, and you know how my singing is at the best of times]

[maidenofamerpire]

[...are those plants growing from your hair?]

[thevineintervention]

[yup. with little white and pink trumpets all shut up for the night]

[librorian]

[also quietly standing close to the door, almost summoned by the mention of Storyteller. head bowed, face shadowed.]

[heroictale]

[noticing him. But he continues to sing for a while yet.]

[librorian]

... she would have been pleased.

[over_the_fop]

[Doesn't interrupt - would never interrupt, some things are too old to do - but settles against the wall next to you.]

[over_the_fop]

[Nearly missteps... and drifts from his path to stand and listen as well.]

[heroictale]

[He continues to sing, carefully recreating all the different versions and melodies from different countries that he knows]

[thevineintervention]

[Lacertan-style accompaniment may not do much for the lyrics of the hymn but boy did they know how to lay down a steady backbeat]

[larcenous]

[Slipping out of the apartment to listen. She hums along unobtrusively to the parts she knows and favors, but nope.gif not really interrupting.]

[thevineintervention]

[it's OK you can take over the backing vocals when we get to anything Vulpeculan. I GOT NUTHIN']

[heroictale]

[He definitely got to some Vulpeculan versions. Who wouldn't want to sing Vulpeculan versions (and Pyxis ones), honestly]

[cloakanddaikon]

[Steps quietly into the hall, no more than listening until the song has reached its end.

There's a book held loosely at his side, the leather of its cover dyed the light green hue of all things in the swamplands.]

[heroictale]

[Perks up when the song ends and turns to him] Hydra?

[maidenofamerpire]

It's always a beautiful story when I hear it.

[derpfarmer]

[Listening, and eventually humming along. This is just the sort of lovely thing he needs right now.]

[heroictale]

[smiles and keeps to the ones with easy to follow rhythms for a while before the mixture of others makes him change and switch the tempo and melody every few verses or so]

[thevineintervention]

[humming rhythms for him. :c]

[maidenofamerpire]

[She stops when she hears the words. Then she drifts over to listen.]

[heroictale]

[Others have joined in on the singing. As he sings verses to other gods in the melodies of each country that he knows.]

[byallmeans]

[Scowls and walks a little faster when the words register. :/]

[heroictale]

[he notices but the tune doesn't end despite it.]