[Hymn #10]
Mar. 25th, 2009 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nightcrossed[Tear sits outside in the grass with the dusk gathering on either side of her. Her legs are crossed casually at the ankles, her attention on one of several library books that she has borrowed. With the fading light, there isn't much time left before she'll have to go back inside and call it a day. Tear's searching for Van's song, but has yet to find it. She's not even sure if she'd recognize it if she heard it. The birds' voices are hushing and the calls of night creatures are beginning to fill the emptiness they leave behind. Every so often these sounds are joined by a series of notes strung together by the young woman, but they hold no meaning, no words. They are just an utterance - a few pretty keys that act as testimony to things she's forgotten.]
