November 25, 2016, 06:53 PM
as her eyes closed she thought she heard a croon, a soothing voice come to lift her from the rolling darkness. in that moment saena's voice became a lingering song in the void - carried softly as indra sank into the darkness.
she was no longer aware of her surroundings, no longer cognizant. she was a limp form as saena closed around her like a shroud of comfort, and was limp still as she was lifted from the ground as a listless, floppy sodden heap. she would not regain consciousness for a long while -- certainly not today.
she was no longer aware of her surroundings, no longer cognizant. she was a limp form as saena closed around her like a shroud of comfort, and was limp still as she was lifted from the ground as a listless, floppy sodden heap. she would not regain consciousness for a long while -- certainly not today.
now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turning gold,
and like the sky, my soul is also turning.
and like the sky, my soul is also turning.
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The silver apples of the moon - by Saēna - November 04, 2016, 09:09 PM
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RE: The silver apples of the moon - by Indra - November 22, 2016, 06:40 PM
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