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poly_chromatic2013-05-25 02:42 pm
primrosella) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-05-25 02:42 pm
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Quest 321
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[It's not unusual to find Rosella out by the lake in Xanadu; over the years, she's frequented it countless times in every season. It's peaceful there, and shady, and generally quiet, and sometimes her lake monster will even sing for her if he's in the mood (pun intended) and she's lucky enough to hear him.
And in some fashion, that is what's brought her out here today--though if there's music, it's distant enough that only she seems to hear it, and she doesn't seem particularly contented as she plays audience from her perch on a large rock near the shore.
Occasionally, she moves; sometimes, once or twice, she even stands up--eyes fixed on the water, hair loose and blowing in the breeze. But whenever she does, she lingers still like a puppet for a moment, and then sits abruptly back down again, almost rigid in the way she perches.
In waves, it goes in and out--sometimes she's up, sometimes she's not. But she's doing a fair job of keeping herself to that rock, it seems. Which is likely a blessing, when the alternative seems to be to walk into the water in pursuit of the song that only she seems to hear.]
[It's not unusual to find Rosella out by the lake in Xanadu; over the years, she's frequented it countless times in every season. It's peaceful there, and shady, and generally quiet, and sometimes her lake monster will even sing for her if he's in the mood (pun intended) and she's lucky enough to hear him.
And in some fashion, that is what's brought her out here today--though if there's music, it's distant enough that only she seems to hear it, and she doesn't seem particularly contented as she plays audience from her perch on a large rock near the shore.
Occasionally, she moves; sometimes, once or twice, she even stands up--eyes fixed on the water, hair loose and blowing in the breeze. But whenever she does, she lingers still like a puppet for a moment, and then sits abruptly back down again, almost rigid in the way she perches.
In waves, it goes in and out--sometimes she's up, sometimes she's not. But she's doing a fair job of keeping herself to that rock, it seems. Which is likely a blessing, when the alternative seems to be to walk into the water in pursuit of the song that only she seems to hear.]
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I do beg your pardon, Rosella, but I don't think that would be especially wise.
[Still, that explains her movements.]