She sang of loss... Of a girl who had been forced to stop her joyful music, and instead start singing only for the night. The song expanded from her, and the viol wasn’t its only receptacle. The limbs of the trees vibrated, the stones hummed, the carriage rattled as a quiet percussion. Her song found any available path, and she was no more capable of controlling it than she would be capable of...
野斑马 (Goodreads id: 46695392)
2022-08-20 22:12:12