Event Fourteen.

[awashmods]

Roses bloom and cease to be, But we shall the Christ-child see.

t's very, very cold. It's cold enough that you'll see your breath fog in the air before you, that goosebumps appear on your arms and legs and a chill goes up your spine. You're inside, in a huge palace with sweeping arches and rooms, but it's no real shelter from the cold -- it's just as cold inside as out. There's a throne room, a kitchen, various rooms and even a dungeon to be explored -- and outside, a frigid, frozen garden, a lake that's naturally frozen over, and miles, and miles of snow as far as the eye can see. But be careful while you explore. The snowflake soldiers are naturally dangerous, but even more dangerous than that...there's that creeping sensation of numbness going up your arm, a pang through your chest, and the slow, slow freezing from the inside out. Try not to leave any of your friends behind, okay? Even if they might look a bit too uncannily like some of the statues hanging around for decoration when they're frozen over. Welcome to Awash's fourteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs for this event, but please keep in mind the lack of laptop function during this event when it comes to forum posts! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[pyrafect]

[ Being here, enjoying this world despite its strangeness and dangers, finding new companionship both in this man and others... she would like to remember this. Although it’s hard not to feel guilty. And as much as she tells herself that the seal is still in place, that the world here is largely safe with how many incredibly strong people there are here, she feels in her heart that she should not be awake.

She wonders if she’ll be a bit like him if an when she ever does become unsealed, awakening from era to era, remembering all of them. ] Archer...

Would you mind telling me what your favorite time period was. [ She requests softly, curling her fingers together. ] Was it the modern one? The one in which you first lived...?

Are they—.... The people in each era. Are they different? Do they laugh, still? Do they still sing and dance? Do they still find ways to overcome everything that’s thrown at them? Do they still... endure?

[noholdsbard]

[ So many questions, each settling into his heart like the gentle snowfall. He recalls the gleaming towers of Camelot, and the clinical, pneumatic corridors of the Chaldea observatory in Antarctica—though lately floating in the liminal void of space and time. He plucks staccato beats upon his harp, rather like a musical version of fingers rapping idly atop the surface of a desk. ]

Yes… [ To all? ] To all of those things. But especially… [ his fingers glide freely now, but the motion seems largely detached from himself, now, as he gazes into the wintry horizon—but really into all the places he’s been, past and present, into the memories that he’d gone so far as to inscribe into song. ]

To that last part. Always, and forever. It is human nature, after all.

[pyrafect]

[ They may be from completely different universes, yet relief washes over her at hearing his answer. ]

I’m glad... [ It’s spoken softly, as if she had almost expected otherwise. ]

And a little envious. [ She admits wistfully. ] They’ll get to hear you play your harp if and when you return to your world. They’ll be able to hear your voice, and... [ A breath, and she nudges him slightly. ] See your smile when you have one.

[ It may be strange of her to say something so sentimental when she’s only just met him, but.. she feels this way about a great many people here. Since she wouldn’t be able to interact with anyone at all in her home world. ]

[noholdsbard]

[ He could relate, being an extremely sentimental fellow himself. But he also can’t help but smile at that last part—Pyra, you really are far too kind. ]

You give me reason enough to smile. And in return I would play my songs for you as often as you wish.

[ They aren’t much, he knows, but even in life he’s always offered his music as a source of comfort to others. ]

[pyrafect]

[ It's touching words that he offers, but then she realizes that he's.... just being really damn smooth here.

He must be a thespian; a poet or a bard or something of the sort. He must be. So she only smiles, shaking her head. ] I won't be asking you to sing me to sleep, if you're wondering.

[noholdsbard]

[ He cants his head toward her, smiling—a little amused now. ]

Then what will you be asking me to sing, Miss Pyra? Know that I am always at your service.