Degdeekhei (June 3010) {Meludir}
May 1, 2018 0:27:33 GMT -5
Post by ELIRA on May 1, 2018 0:27:33 GMT -5
Meludir seemed to enjoy her song, despite how he knew not the language nor words he sang of. It was no trouble to Kelet, for she understood he would not. She too had connected with the golden eyed one over shared music. It seemed the way in this place; for people to sing, and it was not only the words but also the lilting melodies which were soothing.
Soon though, they were off.
“Kelet, the river is not a good idea. We must not touch it, for if we do we will fall into a deep sleep!”
His tone seemed heavy, and for a moment Kelet slowed, looking to Meludir and trying to distinguish the meaning for it. Her eyes studied his face; his expression. She tilted her head, mirroring the look he gave her, and her crown of flowers began to slip down over her eyes. Then she smiled again, straightening it, and drawing Meludir nearer the river.
Oh, but the sweet smell was returned again; and the black water rolling. There seemed a mist coming off of it, which made Kelet already tired where she stood. How could she be so exhausted? After a such a sleep already she had taken?
“Melodeel,” she hummed, looking to him. “Iht is?” She pointed to the rolling waters, trying to draw him closer toward the sweet smell, and then she yawned. Simply near the water; not even brushing it, she felt weary for her bed; the water enchanting her, whispering for her to draw near.
“Melodeel?” Kelet asked still gripping his hand, trying to steady herself. She felt tired; strange; and wished for him to come with her. "Us namaig yadraadag gej boddog." I think the water makes me weary.
Soon though, they were off.
“Kelet, the river is not a good idea. We must not touch it, for if we do we will fall into a deep sleep!”
His tone seemed heavy, and for a moment Kelet slowed, looking to Meludir and trying to distinguish the meaning for it. Her eyes studied his face; his expression. She tilted her head, mirroring the look he gave her, and her crown of flowers began to slip down over her eyes. Then she smiled again, straightening it, and drawing Meludir nearer the river.
Oh, but the sweet smell was returned again; and the black water rolling. There seemed a mist coming off of it, which made Kelet already tired where she stood. How could she be so exhausted? After a such a sleep already she had taken?
“Melodeel,” she hummed, looking to him. “Iht is?” She pointed to the rolling waters, trying to draw him closer toward the sweet smell, and then she yawned. Simply near the water; not even brushing it, she felt weary for her bed; the water enchanting her, whispering for her to draw near.
“Melodeel?” Kelet asked still gripping his hand, trying to steady herself. She felt tired; strange; and wished for him to come with her. "Us namaig yadraadag gej boddog." I think the water makes me weary.