Jul 13 2021, 07:41 PM
Vanyel lay in the boughs of a beautiful pink tree, his tail hanging down and swinging as he sang softly, the words lilting and gentle, rising up and down and spinning a lovely story.
To all the earthly remains,
No burdens,
No further debts to be paid.
Atlas,
Can rest his weary bones,
The weight of the world,
All falls away,
In time.”
A song meant to be a duet, but he sang it by himself anyway, since his intended partner wasn't quite ready yet.
To all the plans that we made,
No contracts,
I'm free to do as I may.
No hunger,
No sleep except to dream,
Mild and warm,
Safe from all harm,
Calm.”
Vanyel almost looked as if sleeping if it weren't for his moving mouth and rising chest, his voice carrying across the pretty pink lawn where the palace was. If anyone was within then they would surely hear, but so would anyone nearby.
He wished that someone would come by to keep him company, for he found himself awfully lonely. Not enough friends, maybe, but his true purpose in life, to share his music, had sort of plateaued. No one really... cared.