║ sixty-seventh stanza ║ voice

[mumbled_truth]

I think this is the longest one we've had, of these -- they're usually two days, sometimes one, but... I don't really mind. Not really.

I mean, I'll never like the crowds, but... there are individual people I'm happy to see.



[ooc: I am sorry, I've been so slow this weekend ;; Thus, UBER BACKTAGGING FRIENDLY. Don't tell him he's fictional, but he's from the end so you really can't spoil him on anything.]

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[down_into_abysses]

No, but I have always rewarded those who earn my favor.

[She grabs one of Todd's hands, her own hand very cold and dry, and presses a coin into his palm. It isn't perfectly round and its dulled silver shine has a feel of antiquity about it. There's a detailed lyre embossed on one side; on the other, a single line of Greek characters (should he puzzle their meaning out or seek a translation, it simply says, "POLYHYMNIA").]

Inspiration and eloquence will recognize you by my name.

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[mumbled_truth]

[His gaze moves from her to the coin in his hand. He turns it over, examining it with no small amount of awe. Despite its size, it seems anything but insignificant. When he looks back up to her, a small, touched smile is on his face.]

Thank you.

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[down_into_abysses]

[She smiles back, but the expression may as well be carved in marble for all of the human warmth it has. Still, she doesn't look unkind.

And without so much as a goodbye, she vanishes.]