[GP/EP] Check-in Day

[st_oneswidow]

At some point when she wasn't paying attention, this had become something of a ritual in Curnen's life. The days where they might expect people to turn up at the inn, she'd be on the roof of the main building singing up at the sky. It wasn't like winter was really a barrier here. It wasn't like winter was really happening. But a body could get awful far away from the inn and not know quite where to go.

Besides, it felt good, really letting her voice out in full force. She knew people could hear her all over the grounds, but it didn't feel like having an audience.

She'd picked this one up in Maine, and while it wasn't an obvious choice for any sort of come this way sort of magic, it was a work song. The kind of thing with an easy pattern that anybody could pick up.

Oh, we'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails
And we'll all hang on behind...

And we'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
We'll ro-o-oll the golden chariot along!
We'll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
And we'll all hang on behind!

Come on here. You'd be all right.