[GP/EP] Check-in Day

[st_oneswidow]

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.

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Re: OTA

[st_rangepalette]

When Curnen finished the song she'd been playing, she responded to Lillith's Sending with a yes. It took a moment, but Curnen began to play something new.

The song wasn't anything Lillith had heard before, but it felt appropriate. So she settled into the grass to listen. If James had anything he wished to say, then he would say it.

[ooc: Curnen modded by permission, song chosen by Umi.]

Re: OTA

[st_ranger]

James nods his head, listening to the song. While it doesn't sound familiar to him, it makes him smile a little. His eyes close and he listens to the melody, letting it wash over him. It was serenely peaceful, something he had not had a lot of in a long time. Peace. Quiet moments.

That was what he'd been searching for when he was on the run. He wanted a fresh start. He didn't want to be the soldier anymore.

"You will have to thank your friend," he murmured, his eyes still closed. His metal hand moved to rest on his knee as he had made himself comfortable there. It was a beautiful tune. People were really lucky to have the musician here with them, he thought to himself.

Re: OTA

[st_rangepalette]

He seemed to be calming down, Lillith thought, and that was undoubtedly a good thing. People who were jumpy and frightened did dangerous things; not that he had seemed a danger, but he could easily become so with that arm of metal. And as she had living proof, anyone could become dangerous if the circumstances called for it.

But these did not, and Lillith favored him with an easy smile. "You should thank her yourself," she suggested. "It will mean more coming from you. And Curnen is wonderful. She deserves that."