Fettered worker [video] (week 20 - Sunday)

[fotlenke]

[ The video opens to a very bland view of the ceiling in one of the hospital's patient rooms. But despite the view, you can tell that there's definitely something going on. A female voice, young no doubt, is singing. It is nothing that anyone can translate (unless they are from the culture or have the gift of a talented tongue) but it is soothing, stark comparison of brightness to the gray, dulled atmosphere of the room. ]

₮ｻ∑Я∑ ς∆㎡∑ ∆ ﾚ∆∂ㄚ ﾓ∆∑ ₮ｻ∑ ῳ∑ㄅ₮
ῳｻ◊ ﾚ∑ﾓ₮ и◊₮ ◊и∑ ς◊ﾚ∂ ㎡∆и ｻ∑Я∑;
ㄅｻ∑ ㄅ㎡∑ﾚﾚ∑∂ ◊ﾓ ₮Я∑∑ㄅ ∆и∂ ◊ς∑∆и ๒Я∑∑z∑,
₮ｻ∑ ﾚ∆∂ㄚ ◊ﾓ ₮ｻ∑ √∆иⅰЯ.

[ The sound of fabric shifting and then a hand in the camera's view -- before the device is knocked off its flat surface. ]

-- Ohhh!!

[ But before the device can hit the tiled floor (and possibly break) it is caught, the face of a familiar young goddess now in the video's sight. ]

My apologies! [ She may be holding the device, but she's not looking into it. Rather, her eyes are upon something (someone) off to the side out of the video's camera range. ] I wanted to share something of my home with everyone. [ She sets the device back onto surface -- a brief glimpse in its turn before being set down shows a (sleeping?) woman in a hospital gown, and then Sigyn's hand in the woman's. ] There is no actual purpose behind this message besides my wanting to speak with someone who can take my mind far from these grim circumstances.

Comments

[mentornomore]

Oh. Alright, I understand.

[How odd. Is singing alone one of those things that everyone does but Raksura? Or is the human way the strange one?]

[fotlenke]

Won't you sing your song for me sometime?

[mentornomore]

I don't know what singing alone would even be like. It's not often Raksura sing without the whole court.