Post by SorchaNiWynne on Nov 2, 2024 18:49:46 GMT
O Nyghtegale
O Nyghtegale
Sing thy song
Lullai, lullai, lullai
Now the child icommon
In sorow and in blode
He weepest to the hevenes
The fend is in the flode
Nyght and day thy melodie
Of herte so fayr and wild
Thee ley in joie and wikidnes
Thy brest ever the child
“Does the apple fall far from the tree, is a person bound by their legacy, questions and doubters and expectations, prickle a scythe to the wheat and herbs to the sickle, Predictions are fickle and are not to be trusted.”
We fade into Sorcha’s form shaking her head a little as she sits at a table, shuffling a deck of cards, laying out a traditional solitaire spread as she speaks, no tarot today it would seem.
“The best laid plans, first to go and so to face lady De Luca, for her hallowed prize I give my best to the Spider and the Lady of Crows. Well met. I eagerly anticipate our next meeting, but for now I must speak of My current opponent, speak of my heart and mind.”
Her head tilted from side to side even as her scots brogue picked up and she pouted just a bit.
“A scion of two greats, the weight on your shoulders must be unbearable. I can only imagine it, I cannot live it, so what are you? Young and inexperienced but with the training of the best mentors one could ask for, connected by blood and profession, bound to their titles as you try to carve your own…”
She makes a small face of disgust? Sympathy she poked her tongue out either way and smiled.
“You have my sympathy, and my promise I shall not try to hold you to such pressures but face you as I would another questing knight on the field of canvas and cable.”
She bows her head slowly and closes her eyes with a serene smile before looking down the lens.
“So tell me a tale, that I might know you, Hayleigh Blake, do not tell me of the story I see on printed page that I know, your frustrations and your celebrations are well known to me, You wear them with little care or is it with pride?”
The narrator’s voice flows in you…
Sorcha looks distracted for a moment as if hearing another voice and looking around for a moment, obvious confusion on her features.
“Either way, we both follow our path, not certain of where it will lead, You walk the path of the Inexperienced as I myself walk the path of the recently returned, both of us seek victory, but only one of us can, can they not?”
She sighed and giggled resuming her point.
“I cannot show you quarter, to do so would be unjust and unkind to you, you must learn, we must learn and we must make our banners fly high under the view of the many eyes and evening chorus that sings our names wishes us well or wishes us ill Bread and circuses in equal measure…We are the centre, we are the cause and the effect.”
She tilted her head to one side.
“But you’re learning this, are you not, little scion? The stones on the path are still unfamiliar, still unsure beneath your feet , the goals are spoken of but you are alone in the woods, and the wolves are rounding near.”
She licked her lips, considering her words head tilting as she pulled a card and looked at the game, trying to sort the pattern as it emerged.
“They want both patience and eagerness in equal measure, some understand that finding your road is not easy but we are as alike, mirrors to each other both traveling and seeking and now meeting at these crossroads of our destiny where we wish to head the same direction and only one of us can right now, I’ve said this before, may times But I sense your uncertainty..Scion.”
She wrinkled her nose and nodded once twice, perhaps reaffirming her Own resolve.
“There is no time for caution, is there On either path? Fates we dangle by their threads I must face you and meet you well or to the mat my shoulders fell, So I stand and we shall dance down a path of silver’d Chance,where by my might and with skill of arms I lay you low and banners rise.”
She nodded again, the rule of three.
“We both left our last address on the field in van, we are both eager to score victory, I in my case to show I am not some mere flash in the pan for Samhain. Yourself? ….Perhaps to prove the same to yourself, we are both adrift looking for answers, tossed in the storm of malcontent.”
She sighs and rubs her eyebrow, trying to put her own frustrations into words.
“There is a kinship in that, A toughness an ability to dig to the ground, unearth the fires and will that lies within, we meet as equals scion. We meet as workers Cast your doubts aside, and bring forth your arms as we meet on the field and We will dance, we will sway I will try to lay you low and you will try to lay me low if nothing else bring your entire being to the every trick trap and kick you have learned at the seat of Diamond and Blake bring your bloodline and your own insights and you will be tested, you will be measured..and no matter how the tale ends young scion.”
She bows her head a little with that small smile.
“I will give you the respect if not the quarter, your quest has only begun my little scion, the early steps are the hardest, the early steps are the roughest, but you would not be here if there was not faith in you…Let me show you the way along the silver’d path.”
She gives a soft little giggle and rises from behind her game of solitaire picking up the cards to shuffle the deck before it seems to disappear from her hands and she folds her hands behind her back to give a low , low curtsy.
“T’would be my honour to face you, let us see the tale of who you are, scion let us take you from squire to knight to lady… But for this odyssey? Only one of us will raise their banner high.”
She looks at the camera.
“It will be mine.”
Fade out.
The seasons change, change without me
I remain in shadows growing wings
The spirit song still surrounds me
In refrain, in shadows growing wings
Tossed in a storm of malcontent with only a road ahead to guide and no counsel but her own to keep.
Texas was hot even in the fall, wet and thunder ready to hit.
The rocking of the vehicle almost pulled her to sleep even as she read the pages underneath her the words swimming in her brain even as her focus was divided between that and the grip of Morpheus.
The true secret in being a hero lies in knowing the order of things. The swineherd cannot already be wed to the princess when he embarks on his adventures, nor can the boy knock on the witch's door when she is already away on vacation. The wicked uncle cannot be found out and foiled before he does something wicked. Things must happen when it is time for them to happen. Quests may not simply be abandoned; prophecies may not be left to rot like unpicked fruit; unicorns may go unrescued for a very long time, but not forever. The happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.
Those words bounced in her head even as she slowly raised her head, closing the book to look at the dog eared cover of The Last Unicorn.
She loved this book, it had been with her through thick and thin, many iterations, many places, since she was a child, it was like a blanket, a suit of armour against the world and she had nearly dropped it in falling asleep.
She smiled and muttered to herself another passage.
“But I'm always dreaming, even when I'm awake; it is never finished.”
She chuckled a little to herself. It was a simple trivia, there was only one answer one way.
The only way out was through, the only way to make your mark was to push harder, lift more, make the dream your own, seize the tale.
But it would never be over, always another quest, another tale or another song to sing.
Little mercies then that she liked it just that way, the quests were a distraction from the yawning void and art that didn’t quite fit anymore.
A jigsaw with missing pieces that were never going to be found, an incomplete set, broken and repaired all at the same time the cracks were now part of the whole.
Into the cracks the water flowed, the pressure building with no release, an empty vessel filling with feeling forming a lake that becomes an ocean and spilling over the top to clam once again.
Breathe, 6 deep breaths.
I feel like I'm floating on air. I'm finding roads everywhere. I feel like I'm floating on air. The nightmare can't have my dream.
One.
Two.
Three.
Focus on the road, the silvery path, the one that keeps her here, present, correct unbroken, laced like corsetry and dreams.
When did she fall asleep?
Was she asleep? Was she dreaming?
Her eyes jerked awake one more as the book hit the floor of the bus and she felt her chest rising and falling even as the dull panic faded and she settled her thoughts once more, picking up the tome to look once more at the dogeared cover.
Alice In Wonderland.
She loved this book, it had been with her through thick and thin, many iterations, many places, since she was a child, it was like a blanket, a suit of armour against the world and she had nearly dropped it in falling asleep.
No, wasn’t it another book?
She jerked awake a third time as the driver nudged her.
“Houston, miss You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
She thanked him massage departed, carrying her clothes and books and being towards a taxi where a hotel would be waiting.
Forever arriving, forever departing.
The quest went on.
O Nyghtegale
Sing thy song
Lullai, lullai, lullai
Now the child icommon
In sorow and in blode
He weepest to the hevenes
The fend is in the flode
Nyght and day thy melodie
Of herte so fayr and wild
Thee ley in joie and wikidnes
Thy brest ever the child
“Does the apple fall far from the tree, is a person bound by their legacy, questions and doubters and expectations, prickle a scythe to the wheat and herbs to the sickle, Predictions are fickle and are not to be trusted.”
We fade into Sorcha’s form shaking her head a little as she sits at a table, shuffling a deck of cards, laying out a traditional solitaire spread as she speaks, no tarot today it would seem.
“The best laid plans, first to go and so to face lady De Luca, for her hallowed prize I give my best to the Spider and the Lady of Crows. Well met. I eagerly anticipate our next meeting, but for now I must speak of My current opponent, speak of my heart and mind.”
Her head tilted from side to side even as her scots brogue picked up and she pouted just a bit.
“A scion of two greats, the weight on your shoulders must be unbearable. I can only imagine it, I cannot live it, so what are you? Young and inexperienced but with the training of the best mentors one could ask for, connected by blood and profession, bound to their titles as you try to carve your own…”
She makes a small face of disgust? Sympathy she poked her tongue out either way and smiled.
“You have my sympathy, and my promise I shall not try to hold you to such pressures but face you as I would another questing knight on the field of canvas and cable.”
She bows her head slowly and closes her eyes with a serene smile before looking down the lens.
“So tell me a tale, that I might know you, Hayleigh Blake, do not tell me of the story I see on printed page that I know, your frustrations and your celebrations are well known to me, You wear them with little care or is it with pride?”
The narrator’s voice flows in you…
Sorcha looks distracted for a moment as if hearing another voice and looking around for a moment, obvious confusion on her features.
“Either way, we both follow our path, not certain of where it will lead, You walk the path of the Inexperienced as I myself walk the path of the recently returned, both of us seek victory, but only one of us can, can they not?”
She sighed and giggled resuming her point.
“I cannot show you quarter, to do so would be unjust and unkind to you, you must learn, we must learn and we must make our banners fly high under the view of the many eyes and evening chorus that sings our names wishes us well or wishes us ill Bread and circuses in equal measure…We are the centre, we are the cause and the effect.”
She tilted her head to one side.
“But you’re learning this, are you not, little scion? The stones on the path are still unfamiliar, still unsure beneath your feet , the goals are spoken of but you are alone in the woods, and the wolves are rounding near.”
She licked her lips, considering her words head tilting as she pulled a card and looked at the game, trying to sort the pattern as it emerged.
“They want both patience and eagerness in equal measure, some understand that finding your road is not easy but we are as alike, mirrors to each other both traveling and seeking and now meeting at these crossroads of our destiny where we wish to head the same direction and only one of us can right now, I’ve said this before, may times But I sense your uncertainty..Scion.”
She wrinkled her nose and nodded once twice, perhaps reaffirming her Own resolve.
“There is no time for caution, is there On either path? Fates we dangle by their threads I must face you and meet you well or to the mat my shoulders fell, So I stand and we shall dance down a path of silver’d Chance,where by my might and with skill of arms I lay you low and banners rise.”
She nodded again, the rule of three.
“We both left our last address on the field in van, we are both eager to score victory, I in my case to show I am not some mere flash in the pan for Samhain. Yourself? ….Perhaps to prove the same to yourself, we are both adrift looking for answers, tossed in the storm of malcontent.”
She sighs and rubs her eyebrow, trying to put her own frustrations into words.
“There is a kinship in that, A toughness an ability to dig to the ground, unearth the fires and will that lies within, we meet as equals scion. We meet as workers Cast your doubts aside, and bring forth your arms as we meet on the field and We will dance, we will sway I will try to lay you low and you will try to lay me low if nothing else bring your entire being to the every trick trap and kick you have learned at the seat of Diamond and Blake bring your bloodline and your own insights and you will be tested, you will be measured..and no matter how the tale ends young scion.”
She bows her head a little with that small smile.
“I will give you the respect if not the quarter, your quest has only begun my little scion, the early steps are the hardest, the early steps are the roughest, but you would not be here if there was not faith in you…Let me show you the way along the silver’d path.”
She gives a soft little giggle and rises from behind her game of solitaire picking up the cards to shuffle the deck before it seems to disappear from her hands and she folds her hands behind her back to give a low , low curtsy.
“T’would be my honour to face you, let us see the tale of who you are, scion let us take you from squire to knight to lady… But for this odyssey? Only one of us will raise their banner high.”
She looks at the camera.
“It will be mine.”
Fade out.
The seasons change, change without me
I remain in shadows growing wings
The spirit song still surrounds me
In refrain, in shadows growing wings
Tossed in a storm of malcontent with only a road ahead to guide and no counsel but her own to keep.
Texas was hot even in the fall, wet and thunder ready to hit.
The rocking of the vehicle almost pulled her to sleep even as she read the pages underneath her the words swimming in her brain even as her focus was divided between that and the grip of Morpheus.
The true secret in being a hero lies in knowing the order of things. The swineherd cannot already be wed to the princess when he embarks on his adventures, nor can the boy knock on the witch's door when she is already away on vacation. The wicked uncle cannot be found out and foiled before he does something wicked. Things must happen when it is time for them to happen. Quests may not simply be abandoned; prophecies may not be left to rot like unpicked fruit; unicorns may go unrescued for a very long time, but not forever. The happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.
Those words bounced in her head even as she slowly raised her head, closing the book to look at the dog eared cover of The Last Unicorn.
She loved this book, it had been with her through thick and thin, many iterations, many places, since she was a child, it was like a blanket, a suit of armour against the world and she had nearly dropped it in falling asleep.
She smiled and muttered to herself another passage.
“But I'm always dreaming, even when I'm awake; it is never finished.”
She chuckled a little to herself. It was a simple trivia, there was only one answer one way.
The only way out was through, the only way to make your mark was to push harder, lift more, make the dream your own, seize the tale.
But it would never be over, always another quest, another tale or another song to sing.
Little mercies then that she liked it just that way, the quests were a distraction from the yawning void and art that didn’t quite fit anymore.
A jigsaw with missing pieces that were never going to be found, an incomplete set, broken and repaired all at the same time the cracks were now part of the whole.
Into the cracks the water flowed, the pressure building with no release, an empty vessel filling with feeling forming a lake that becomes an ocean and spilling over the top to clam once again.
Breathe, 6 deep breaths.
I feel like I'm floating on air. I'm finding roads everywhere. I feel like I'm floating on air. The nightmare can't have my dream.
One.
Two.
Three.
Focus on the road, the silvery path, the one that keeps her here, present, correct unbroken, laced like corsetry and dreams.
When did she fall asleep?
Was she asleep? Was she dreaming?
Her eyes jerked awake one more as the book hit the floor of the bus and she felt her chest rising and falling even as the dull panic faded and she settled her thoughts once more, picking up the tome to look once more at the dogeared cover.
Alice In Wonderland.
She loved this book, it had been with her through thick and thin, many iterations, many places, since she was a child, it was like a blanket, a suit of armour against the world and she had nearly dropped it in falling asleep.
No, wasn’t it another book?
She jerked awake a third time as the driver nudged her.
“Houston, miss You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
She thanked him massage departed, carrying her clothes and books and being towards a taxi where a hotel would be waiting.
Forever arriving, forever departing.
The quest went on.
Well howdy there pardner.