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This set is inspired by peridot, antique gold, and green marble.  Narisorin played for us that whole season long, but only in the twilight when the world stood precariously balanced between light and darkness. His long-practiced fingers struck fire from the harp as he teased out memories like ghosts forming in the flames of melody.
The stars he hid and took us through a wilderness of iron and fire as the cadence rose and fell. From the music and silver moonlight, he formed the children of wind and sorrow. He played his heart and gathered in the last wish of fallen heroes, crowned us with thorns and shadows and marked us with their blood. We moved through the ruined landscape we'd inherited, our veins tangled till we beat with a single heart. Prophets of Doom rose to peer out of blood stained window panes streaked with the light of a bitter sun. We stood in gloomy corners, exiled and silent, filled with ashes. Narisorin captured us in the trance of his memories shaped by his ancestors, now legends and myths. He cracked the marrow of time and rooted us in a garden of bones with our dry mouths. Trapped, my spider-soul spun madly, while the salamander lay hidden, dreaming in the dank cistern. Breathing agony, the last seal snapped and the music died away. The musician never stayed for midnight tea, but always left after his ritual murder. "His music is torture", I confided in Michael after one of Narisorin's visits. Michael nodded, "But it is sublime." "Can't he play something more cheerful?" Michael thought about this a moment then shook his head, "He plays from his heart, anything else would be a lie." I sighed. "It is painful to endure, tragically beautiful, but still torture to my soul. Nothing can change what happened to the Arborigans." Michael smiled softly at my calling the soot people by their proper name as he wiped a tear from my cheek. "When this season has passed, we will listen to happier music", he promised. "But for now, Narisorin will bring us long funerals for all the things we need to bury." There were truth in his words. I could see it, for I had much to bury. |
There have been people all along the way that have made a difference in my life. These sets are dedicated to them. This set is dedicated to Christopher, my favorite musician, for another season of perfection reflected in straight A's. Congrats!!! |
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