Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 13:16:42 GMT -8
Sian sat at her desk, two panes of glass before her along with a role of copper tape and the small pouch she had been collecting items from their lessons in. Sian dusted the sand from the shore at Lenmir Anfinmotas on the glass, then began arranging the little treasures on it, the golden feather from the paragon swallow, a leaf from the tree overlooking the waterfalls at Terort Skitas, a piece of cloth from the robe the Angels of Reg Volon clothed her in when waking her from unconsiousness. Taking a stylus from a small velvet box on her desk Sian etched “Atya” into the sand…
Atya the one family member she kept close to her heart, the one who sang with her night after night after night as a child till she would fall asleep. Atya meant grandfather, and it was Atya who paid for Sian to enter the musical academy at the age of four, who held her hand so tight, and cried with her as she was taken away and shown her dorm. Atya had died before her first holiday, Sian never saw him again; but their dream of her singing her way onto every stage in the realm, of tuning her voice to sing to creation and unlock the secrets held in the song, that drove Sian to the height of her ability. When all hope seemed lost and Sian felt alone in the universe a new guardian arose, a new Atya to sing for till they both found eternity together.
Sian placed the second pane of glass over the first and delicately taped the edges in copper to seal in the treasures. Centering the creation on her desk it made a smooth surface on the stone table to write on, and would be a constant reminder of the affection she held for Atya when he could not be near.
Atya the one family member she kept close to her heart, the one who sang with her night after night after night as a child till she would fall asleep. Atya meant grandfather, and it was Atya who paid for Sian to enter the musical academy at the age of four, who held her hand so tight, and cried with her as she was taken away and shown her dorm. Atya had died before her first holiday, Sian never saw him again; but their dream of her singing her way onto every stage in the realm, of tuning her voice to sing to creation and unlock the secrets held in the song, that drove Sian to the height of her ability. When all hope seemed lost and Sian felt alone in the universe a new guardian arose, a new Atya to sing for till they both found eternity together.
Sian placed the second pane of glass over the first and delicately taped the edges in copper to seal in the treasures. Centering the creation on her desk it made a smooth surface on the stone table to write on, and would be a constant reminder of the affection she held for Atya when he could not be near.