Once upon a time, there was a clan called the Gladesingers. They believed in the power of Song within the Weave, and their voices shaped their beautiful, vibrant grove.
It’s very often that Gladesingers fell in love, but a very special love happened between a Tender and a Consort.
Their love was so strong that all the others could sense it in their Song, and how perfectly it intertwined.
One day, a tragic accident befell the tender.
Now, normally when a Gladesinger di- Wait a second, you’re beeping again. Why are you beeping?
...
Holofeed- w-wait, you mean this is on the holonet? MORE people can see this?
Oh jeez...
Well, um, since you- err, since you asked.
<He picks up his datachron off the table and carries it with him up the stairs. Unfortunately, it’s mostly just a view of the floor until he points it out the door. Insect noises and water sound faint from the feed. >
I’ve been spending most of my time shaping this place up. It’s relaxing, but I mostly work on it by myself.
It’s not my favourite, but it’s not bad. ...I’m not really sure what my favourite would even be at this point, which is probably a sign I need a break.
Crap, I forgot where I was with the story.
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