FETTERED SONG [VIDEO] (WEEK 25 - Monday)

[fotlenke]

[ The video opens to a shot of Sigyn's dress's front, at stomach level. Besides the interesting color of dress Sigyn is wearing, what is more interesting is that Sigyn is singing, just as before when she'd been singing inside the hospital. Like the hospital song, her voice is melancholy, but there's a touch of love in the tinged melancholy. She is seated upon a branch of a strong tree outside near the pathways into the mountains. She wears her cloak loosely over her surcoat and her dress, but never fear, she's quite warm with her flax linen clothing and her fur-lined boots she'd been wearing when she first arrived.

It is early morning, so many people may not be awake to hear the little goddess sing a ballad from her mother's book, but if there are people awake and actively listening to their devices, they shall hear a most lovely, melodious song of Vanir heartache, once more in the sharp, guttural, yet oddly melodic, tones of Dwarven. ]

ⅰ ∂Я∑∆㎡₮ ㎡∑ ∆ ∂Я∑∆㎡ ₮ｻ∑ ◊₮ｻ∑Я иⅰбｻ₮
◊ﾓ ㄅⅰﾚкㄅ ∆и∂ и◊๒ﾚ∑ ﾓㄩЯ;
ῳｻ∑и ⅰ ῳ◊к∑ ㄩㄕ ₮ｻⅰㄅ ㎡◊Яиⅰиб
₮ｻ∑ㄚ ῳ∑Я∑ и◊ ﾚ◊иб∑Я ₮ｻ∑Я∑.

ⅰ ∂Я∑∆㎡₮ ㎡∑ ∆ ∂Я∑∆㎡ ₮ｻ∑ ◊₮ｻ∑Я иⅰбｻ₮
◊ﾓ ∆㎡๒∑Я ∆и∂ ㄅⅰﾚ√∑Я ∆и∂ б◊ﾚ∂;
ῳｻ∑и ⅰ ῳ◊к∑ ㄩㄕ ₮ｻⅰㄅ ㎡◊Яиⅰиб
∆ῳ∆ㄚ ﾓЯ◊㎡ ㎡ㄚ бЯ∆ㄅㄕ ₮ｻ∑ㄚ Я◊ﾚﾚ∑∂.

ⅰ ∂Я∑∆㎡₮ ㎡∑ ∆ ∂Я∑∆㎡ ₮ｻ∑ ◊₮ｻ∑Я иⅰбｻ₮
₮ｻ∆₮ ㄚ◊ㄩ ῳ◊ㄩﾚ∂ ﾚ◊√∑ ㎡∑ ₮Яㄩ∑;
ῳｻ∑и ⅰ ῳ◊к∑ ㄩㄕ ₮ｻⅰㄅ ㎡◊Яиⅰиб
㎡ㄚ ∆Я㎡ㄅ ῳ∑Я∑ ｻ◊ﾚ∂ⅰиб ㄚ◊ㄩ.

[ The song ends and Sigyn's chest rises significantly ...and then she lifts the device so that her face may be seen. Her cheeks are rosy from the cold, but she looks eager. More so than usual. ] My apologies once more, fellow citizens. I wanted to gift to every person of wise ear the song of my mother's heart, which she sang to me when I only a babe in my swaddlings.

[ A strand of gold hair falls out of her hood and she quickly reaches up a hand and tucks the strand behind her ear, back into her hood. ] Sir Chime. I believe we may start crafting your wares today if that is appropriate. I am eager to hear the stories you are promising to tell me.

Comments

[mentornomore]

Any time you like. Just give me a little warning in case I'm in the mountains and need to fly down.

[fotlenke]

What is your current location at this moment?

[mentornomore]

I'm in the city right now. It wouldn't take long to get back to my house.

[fotlenke]

Where is your house located?

[mentornomore]

On the side of town toward the ship, near where Lyall lives? Oh, I'm not very good at directions in cities. Would you like me to come and find you?

[fotlenke]

That would be better, yes. I am close to the mountains outside the City, but yet, not far.

[mentornomore]

Er... Alright, I'll come and look.

[She's not a very distinctive... not-human and that's a big area, but he'll work it out. Pity he doesn't know what she smells like.]

I can fly you back, or we could walk. Either way.

[fotlenke]

I would very much enjoy flying.

[ She's always wanted to try, but most winged mounts belong to Asgard, as well as the Valkyrie. ]

[mentornomore]

I'll look for you. That'll be easier if I can fly it.

[And he turns off the communicator. Still doesn't like the thing.]

[fotlenke]

[ She sits and waits, wrapping herself up in her cloak and staying warm. She hopes that this isn't an inconvenience for Chime. ]

[Action]

[mentornomore]

[It takes Chime a little while to find her. Telling apart the humans, or things that essentially look like humans, isn't a skill he's really mastered yet. But he spots a female who looks right eventually and flies downward gently. Groundlings tend to have a poor reaction to being swooped down on like prey, which he supposes he can understand. He didn't even like it when the aeriat fledgelings played that game with the smaller arbora when he was just a little Chime.

The eight-foot-tall dragonoid monster, spines and frills lowered to neutral friendliness by raksura standards, lands beside her, lashing his tail twice for balance.]

Hello.

[Action]

[fotlenke]

[ Sigyn is used to people falling out of the sky. After all, the Valkyries often had penchant for spooking their visitors, and Sigyn's own mother is good friends with the winged-horse riding warriors. Sigyn looks up when Chime's shadow falls upon the ground and she smiles in greeting, all while taking in the full sight of him.

He is absolutely beautiful, Sigyn thinks, marveling at his coloring and skin and wings.

She gets off her rock and makes a lame attempt at a curtsey. ]

Greetings, Warrior Chime.

[mentornomore]

Just Chime is fine. I'm a very bad warrior.

[Though it's closer to correct by raksura standards than most of what he gets from humans. He has to remind himself again that she's not human. He certainly can't tell.]

Would you still like to fly?

[fotlenke]

[ Sigyn straightens her posture and grins big and wide. ] Oh, yes! I would very much like to fly!

[mentornomore]

[At least she doesn't seem afraid! Or annoyed. At home, being flown is generally considered a chore, cold and windy and cramped as it is. The wingless raksura don't exactly consider the everyday inconvenience a transcendent joy.]

Alright. You're much lighter than an arbora and I've carried plenty of them, so don't worry about falling.

[He stoops over a bit and holds out his arms to pick her up.]

[fotlenke]

[ Sigyn does a little hop and then gets into Chime's arms, and puts her arms around his neck. Despite Chime's scraggly-feeling skin, Sigyn feels quite comfortable. Only her wrists and hands are exposed, the rest of her bundled up, nice and warm in her thick flax linen dress, overcoat, and wool cloak. ]

I am light as a feather, you shall find.

[mentornomore]

Yes, you look like you'd be.

[Humans are smaller than all but the littlest arbora, as a rule, and he'd probably be able to carry her comfortably even in his grounding form. Now he might as well be carrying a fledgling.]

Here we go.

[It takes a little extra effort to take off from the ground with a passenger, even a little one. He crouches low and snaps his wings out to kick off, and the beginning of the flight is very bumpy as he gets them comfortably above the buildings.]

[fotlenke]

[ Sigyn clings to Chime, heart leaping her chest as they start to leave the ground. Then they get higher and higher and higher until the ground looks more like a map rather than dirt, grass and earth. ]

We are up so high!

[mentornomore]

[Chime waits for a moment when he can glide to take his mind of the tricky flying and answer. The weird air currents caused by the geography of the city and his flight path make this a difficult one for someone who hasn't been flying long.]

Oh, not very. It's only a short trip. If I had to go a long distance I'd get up to cloud level.

[fotlenke]

[ Sigyn tilts her head back and laughs. ]

I would very much like to see that one day.