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strangetrip2018-09-01 12:00 am
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[GP/EP] Check-in Day
The woodwinds in her collection were for noodling mostly, and the violin was for memory of her family, but when Curnen really wanted to play she turned again and again to her guitar. This would probably always be her best instrument. It was the first of the month, she’d been here over a year, and it was probably a check-in day. So she sat on the lawn with her instrument in her lap, sending out a subtle magic to call anyone stranded in their little world this way.
At one point, though, she set aside the guitar and turned her face to the sky. For just a few minutes she required a different kind of magic.
It had been a week now since Scanlan had vanished in the battle. And Pike, too, though Curnen honestly couldn’t have cared less about her going away if she tried. Still. The two of them were family to people very dear to her, people who missed them. And Scanlan had been her friend. You marked something like that with a song.
Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
It was a traditional Irish goodbye, a farewell to friends said with love, drinking, well wishes, and the hope of meeting again. She couldn’t think of a better one for the occasion. And as she sang she twined her magic into her voice in a new way, sending the song to any ears that needed it, ears of those who knew and missed the departed. Not all of them might understand it, not all of them knew what she was, but she didn’t particularly care about that right now. The song was more important than the hiding.
Once the last note had dissipated she picked up her guitar again and resumed her work. If there were anybody out there, they had to know where to go.
At one point, though, she set aside the guitar and turned her face to the sky. For just a few minutes she required a different kind of magic.
It had been a week now since Scanlan had vanished in the battle. And Pike, too, though Curnen honestly couldn’t have cared less about her going away if she tried. Still. The two of them were family to people very dear to her, people who missed them. And Scanlan had been her friend. You marked something like that with a song.
Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
It was a traditional Irish goodbye, a farewell to friends said with love, drinking, well wishes, and the hope of meeting again. She couldn’t think of a better one for the occasion. And as she sang she twined her magic into her voice in a new way, sending the song to any ears that needed it, ears of those who knew and missed the departed. Not all of them might understand it, not all of them knew what she was, but she didn’t particularly care about that right now. The song was more important than the hiding.
Once the last note had dissipated she picked up her guitar again and resumed her work. If there were anybody out there, they had to know where to go.
Re: assigned threads!
They had a pretty decent distance to walk to get to the clinic from here, so he figured it wouldn't hurt to give her something else to think about. "There's probably a spell that could take it off, but cleric spells aren't that subtle. They're more about brute force healing, turning back undead, buffing friends, and put down enemies and making them stay down."
He paused as they crossed over a large, flat bit of rock to get back to the parking lot on the way to the conference center, giving her a chance to catch up and balance again. "If you want a spell that can cut like a knife, you're looking at wizards, usually, or warlocks with enchanted blades. Speaking of both, if you see women who look like demons, red and pregnant or albino with a gold bow on her tail? They're not. Demons. They are spellcasters, and my family. Don't tangle with them or more than your foot's going to need healing."
Lots of words on his lips today. Must be practicing at being a father.