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[wythersake]

Disparaître?

[sulahnan]

Dis...dispropointed?

[wythersake]

Disproportionnée?

[sulahnan]

Dis...des...

[ She snaps her fingers. ]

Déçu.

[wythersake]

Ah.

[ "i'm sure she's not, athessa, you have plenty to be proud of" ]

You and I both.

[sulahnan]

[ "lol like what?" ]

How come? You smeem...smee. [ huff. ] Seem. Fine. You seem fine.

[wythersake]

We did not part on pleasant terms.

[ is perhaps an understatement ]

[sulahnan]

...cos of magic?

[wythersake]

Yes.

[sulahnan]

'msorry. You. You dessert better.

[wythersake]

Mn. [ emotions are gross ] Whatever you're doing, keep out of truffle.

[sulahnan]

[ She laughs. ]

Sweet Issac, dearly, you know I'm a sheep!

[wythersake]

[ ohhhkay ]

Close your eyes, Athessa.

[sulahnan]

They a—hey, no more caterwauling?

[ caterwauling, cater-wauling, cater-violing... the violin screeching on Isaac's end has either stopped, or she just isn't hearing it. As if to replace it, she starts singing to herself: ]

Elgara vallas, da'len, Melava somniar...

[wythersake]

[ he lets her, for a while. the soft clatter of tavern life continues apace: distant conversation, the creak of boards. waits for her to quiet, for breath to grow even with sleep,

when it doesn’t: ]

What was that?

[sulahnan]

Whawaswat?

[wythersake]

Your song.

[sulahnan]

...what'd it sound like?

[wythersake]

Ah,

[ this is antivan all over again. this is how he mispronounces something horribly and calls someone's mother a —

isaac hums. to be safe. ]

[sulahnan]

[ A dawning ah. ]

Mir Da'len Somniar. 'S a lullaby my...somebody taught me, long time ago.

it's a lullaby isaac what the fuck do you think

[wythersake]

Somniar — [ isn't that tevene? ] Sleep?

[sulahnan]

To dream. [ um actually? it's elven ] D'you remember your dreams?

[wythersake]

Yes. Do you?

[sulahnan]

Not usulally. Whaddya dream about?

[wythersake]

[ this near sleep, his pause is unlike to register, the pace at which the evening stills around him both imagined; and unseen.

it would be easy to let that silence roll. she would forget. ]

A maze. Every time,

[ she will forget. ]

Most.