crystal.

[byblow]

FORM: Crystal.
SENDER: Alistair.
RECIPIENT: All y'all.
WHAT: Trouble adjusting.
WHEN: Now!
NOTES: Mwah.

[ There's so much space in the Gallows that there's no logical reason for everyone not to have their own room, especially grown men who are not afraid of the dark and have in fact killed thousands of the things that make the dark scary, and yet

it's sooooo quiiiiiiet. ]

Someone tell the rest of us a bedtime story.

[ Or it was quiet. Now it's not. Everyone is welcome. ]

Comments

[byblow]

More than all right. Unless you're about to put your crystal to a goat's mouth and make it bleat—or, actually, that might help me sleep. So either way. Proceed.

[sulena]

Hmm! An interesting idea, I will have to consider it in the future though I imagine my Woolhelmina will simply eat the crystal instead.

( she quietly chuckles, clearly arranging something on her end until the noticeable sound of a lute's strings being plucked are head and Saoirse hums thoughtfully. )

The song is sung in words that... many do not know but the tale is a happy one; a love out on the high seas and the one that is waiting for them to return.

( and with that, the idle pluck of random notes becomes a melody to lead her into her song. )