♫1 - Snow in Summer
Jul. 29th, 2011 10:54 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
skaldssong.livejournal.com[A - video; morning]
...Y'know, I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess this isn't the first time someone's asked this. Probably won't be the last, either. Where -- when is this?
[A pause, and her expression shifts slightly. Before she was fairly nonchalant, if unsure. Now the uncertainty is amplified to a great degree.]
More importantly, I don't suppose anyone's seen someone who looks like... well, like me. Identically so, even?
[B - action; mid-afternoon]
[Within the shopping district a new sound has made it's way into the usual cacophony of daily life, one particularly noticeable the closer one gets to the easternmost edge. The plucking of a lute -- or a similar instrument, at the very least, faintly weaves it's way through the area.
If one was to making way to the source of the noise, they'd find Devola sitting on a bench, strumming away almost mindlessly. Her eyes shut, she seems lost in her own little world as keeps playing... and then she begins to sing.
If it was possible for her to be even more entranced, it had just happened. Seeming blind to the outside world, her fugue continues on for a while; her voice eventually quiets down to silence, but her hands keep strumming the lute absently. Approach?]
...Y'know, I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess this isn't the first time someone's asked this. Probably won't be the last, either. Where -- when is this?
[A pause, and her expression shifts slightly. Before she was fairly nonchalant, if unsure. Now the uncertainty is amplified to a great degree.]
More importantly, I don't suppose anyone's seen someone who looks like... well, like me. Identically so, even?
[B - action; mid-afternoon]
[Within the shopping district a new sound has made it's way into the usual cacophony of daily life, one particularly noticeable the closer one gets to the easternmost edge. The plucking of a lute -- or a similar instrument, at the very least, faintly weaves it's way through the area.
If one was to making way to the source of the noise, they'd find Devola sitting on a bench, strumming away almost mindlessly. Her eyes shut, she seems lost in her own little world as keeps playing... and then she begins to sing.
If it was possible for her to be even more entranced, it had just happened. Seeming blind to the outside world, her fugue continues on for a while; her voice eventually quiets down to silence, but her hands keep strumming the lute absently. Approach?]