Fountain Reflections
I haven’t had an evening like this one in some time. For the majority of it I was singing stories to the Kyrian, some of the ones I learned from Azaroth as a whole, after I’d spent my Afternoon with The Lone Sentinel and Blackbird trading in music and efforts to encourage each other. I still can’t play Sath’s songs. I don’t know if I will be able to unless he asks for them again and that’s some ways out. And then there’s the Dreamboat, The Vulture, and the Siren... I swear to you I arrived after the lot of the Dragoons were arriving back from their Boat Trip, to hear Maellaa Muse play, only to find the Honey-Haired Thero’shan I’ve been tutoring had been arrested for some nonsensical reason: But not before I was nearly Stopped by the one everyone keeps calling a Vulture. I still don’t quite understand what he’s done to earn everyone’s Ire, I thought he simply wanted to get me a few Gigs? Everyone else thinks I should be upping Security. Truth be told it seems excessive, but I appreciate Starlight, Maellaa Muse, and the Dreamboat all coming to my rescue if for no other reason because they all look so lovely in the effort to back me up. And then there’s The Siren... I have tried time and time again to put her out of my mind but she makes such an effort impossible. I would return for more and be Heathens that Play with Fire, I would be Shameless and they would see me as s dolt that’s Still Into You... Then again we are always Fools...
