Clover looked at Andre for a few seconds, before her gaze returned to nowhere. She didn't need her eyes when her imagination started running, and being asked for a story triggered it. There was one roaming her mind, actually; it was somehow related to the puzzle of her thoughts.
"Once upon a time, there was a young hyur prince without a heart..."
As always, she could hear her grandpa's voice in her mind, telling her the story for the first time. She remembered that day, six years ago.
[...]
Once upon a time, there was a young hyur prince without a heart.
The music he played with his violin filled the whole castle with such sorrow that no one could stand listening to it, for they feared that the sound would destroy their hearts as well. His father, the King, forbade his son from playing nearby anyone who could hear him, so the prince started traveling to the lonely lake every sun. No soul would hear him there, and no heart would be ruined. Only the animals from the lake would be soothed by the sound of his violin, since they couldn’t understand emotions in the same way hyurs did.
Every sun, a young white bird who lived in the lake would listen to the prince’s melody.
The first sun, it’d been just a sound.
The second sun, it’d been sadness and fascination.
The third sun, there was also wonder; why was the hyur prince so sad?
The fourth sun, a wish was born. A strong, pure wish.
“I want to play with the prince, at least once. I want to be a part of his music; if only I could show him how wonderful it is!".â€
......
"Once upon a time, there was a young hyur prince without a heart..."
As always, she could hear her grandpa's voice in her mind, telling her the story for the first time. She remembered that day, six years ago.
[...]
Once upon a time, there was a young hyur prince without a heart.
The music he played with his violin filled the whole castle with such sorrow that no one could stand listening to it, for they feared that the sound would destroy their hearts as well. His father, the King, forbade his son from playing nearby anyone who could hear him, so the prince started traveling to the lonely lake every sun. No soul would hear him there, and no heart would be ruined. Only the animals from the lake would be soothed by the sound of his violin, since they couldn’t understand emotions in the same way hyurs did.
Every sun, a young white bird who lived in the lake would listen to the prince’s melody.
The first sun, it’d been just a sound.
The second sun, it’d been sadness and fascination.
The third sun, there was also wonder; why was the hyur prince so sad?
The fourth sun, a wish was born. A strong, pure wish.
“I want to play with the prince, at least once. I want to be a part of his music; if only I could show him how wonderful it is!".â€
......
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
