@chat-blanche
That song… At first she thought it was only in her dreams. Missing someone so much would do that wouldn’t it? Always searching for them… everywhere. And if dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?
But as the nights this started occurring had turned to weeks the longer Naelle was in the Unknown, she had begun to realize. Feeling her way to opening a window, the song became clearer. “Lily! Do you hear that?” Naelle called, but answered with silence. Either Langtree must still be asleep, or had already left for the schoolhouse. Who could tell when day and night was the same to one without sight?
But that song, that voice… it was real.
And this time, something called to her. She had to follow it. So she did, into the forest to follow the voice…
The woods were the hardest to navigate off the beaten path, even with the guide of a walking stick. Tumbles, scuffs, and dirt were inevitable, but at least she was used to it by now. But Oh! What music, what melody! A voice like a symphony only too dear and too familiar to her heart (or at least what’s left of it).
She must be getting closer, the song grew louder… And just when it had reached its strongest, the notes so near she could almost reach out and touch it, she stumbled into the clearing, and everything went quiet.
“ Is… is someone there? ” Naelle felt around for her walking stick to rise to her feet again, and dust herself off, before staring into nothingness, “ If you’re still here, please, don’t stop. Your voice sounds… so beautiful. ”
Where there has barely anyone who ventured into the woods nor roam their grounds. With the Lantern filled with oil and light burning bright against the back drop of night there is free time. The Beast of the Unknown knows what to do on the nights like these.
Voice able to be carried across the winds, loud and strong that would fit well in a Theater as the silhouette strolls through the woods. With careful ears, one could tell that the song that the Beast is singing is one from a Opera! With how booming the Beasts voice is, was it beckoning to someone?
Branches shifting and crinkling of leaves, its hard to tell where the voice is coming from. Yet with narrowing onto it, one could follow it to the source. As the voice grows, the singer lost within its melodies, does it quickly come to a halt at hearing someone stumble upon them in the clearing.
“ There is... You caught me in the middle of the song “
The Beast admits, slowly approaching the woman. Watching her search the ground a few moments, waiting for her to collect herself and stare in the wrong direction. The Beast stays still before reaching up and gently brushing his hand over her cheek to turn where he is.
