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soaringblast.livejournal.com[It had been about midday as Anise was hanging below a tree in the back of the hotel where she stayed. She had just brought in her laundry, and had taken to relaxing outside for a moment or two, a sketchbook and a bit of charcoal propped on her lap. Th first drawings were just of flowers and hearts, then a few pictures of Tokunaga...her friends...and finally, her parents. The sketch of her parents was the most carefully drawn. Anise wasn't a marvelous artist, and they were just doodles, but she put a bit of extra detail into the portrait of her parents.
How long had it been, since she came here? Came back here? Months...she'd been without her family for months now, and it was starting to really hit her. Hard. Almost like a--
Crash!
Anise let out a terrified scream at the crash from up above - thunder - and immediately dropped her things, rushing inside as the rain seemed to fall in sheets in just a few seconds. She must not have noticed the storm clouds rolling in, too focused on her drawing and her thoughts. Even just a few meters from the hotel, running as fast as she could and hurtling herself inside, and Anise was partially drenched. Worst of all, she left her inn key outside, and her sketchbook as well. Her drawing must be ruined by now...
She curled up in a large, plush chair in the hotel lobby, by a window, watching the rain and flinching each time a streak of lightning or thunder boomed overhead. She'd always been afraid of storms like this. And she'd always had her parents to run to when it got too scary. She could remember when she was little, living in the slums, and the rain would pound on their tiny house...but her parents would always hold her, and her mama would always sing to her. Sometimes even her papa, too, the littler parts.
So as she curled up in the blanket a maid gave to her out of pity and just the goodness of her heart, Anise began to sing, her voice soft and hoarse at first, but growing in strength as she went on. Now, Anise wasn't anywhere near the level of a professional, like Tear, maybe, but this was her song. Her lullaby, and she knew the tune, the lyrics, everything. And she could even match her mama's voice, somewhat.]
Little child, be not afraid,
The rain pounds harsh against the glass,
Like an unwanted stranger,
There is no danger,
I am here tonight...
Little child, be not afraid,
Though thunder explodes and lightning flash
Illuminates
Your tear-stained face,
I am here tonight...
[She doesn't pay attention to anything else, just her song and the rain, her eyes becoming filled and wet with tears, dripping down her cheeks and getting lost in her hair or the blanket. She hadn't ever had the time to be homesick, or dwell on the fact that her mother and father aren't here, and that she doesn't know if and when she'll ever see them again, but now...well, now was good enough time as any to actually be a kid, and miss her mama and papa.]
How long had it been, since she came here? Came back here? Months...she'd been without her family for months now, and it was starting to really hit her. Hard. Almost like a--
Crash!
Anise let out a terrified scream at the crash from up above - thunder - and immediately dropped her things, rushing inside as the rain seemed to fall in sheets in just a few seconds. She must not have noticed the storm clouds rolling in, too focused on her drawing and her thoughts. Even just a few meters from the hotel, running as fast as she could and hurtling herself inside, and Anise was partially drenched. Worst of all, she left her inn key outside, and her sketchbook as well. Her drawing must be ruined by now...
She curled up in a large, plush chair in the hotel lobby, by a window, watching the rain and flinching each time a streak of lightning or thunder boomed overhead. She'd always been afraid of storms like this. And she'd always had her parents to run to when it got too scary. She could remember when she was little, living in the slums, and the rain would pound on their tiny house...but her parents would always hold her, and her mama would always sing to her. Sometimes even her papa, too, the littler parts.
So as she curled up in the blanket a maid gave to her out of pity and just the goodness of her heart, Anise began to sing, her voice soft and hoarse at first, but growing in strength as she went on. Now, Anise wasn't anywhere near the level of a professional, like Tear, maybe, but this was her song. Her lullaby, and she knew the tune, the lyrics, everything. And she could even match her mama's voice, somewhat.]
Little child, be not afraid,
The rain pounds harsh against the glass,
Like an unwanted stranger,
There is no danger,
I am here tonight...
Little child, be not afraid,
Though thunder explodes and lightning flash
Illuminates
Your tear-stained face,
I am here tonight...
[She doesn't pay attention to anything else, just her song and the rain, her eyes becoming filled and wet with tears, dripping down her cheeks and getting lost in her hair or the blanket. She hadn't ever had the time to be homesick, or dwell on the fact that her mother and father aren't here, and that she doesn't know if and when she'll ever see them again, but now...well, now was good enough time as any to actually be a kid, and miss her mama and papa.]