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One last glimpse of her parent's solemn face, and then the world blurred, harmony blending with counterpoint in dizzying fugues of motion, lifting her from her home and beyond. To where she needed to be, to the start of her journeyquest.
To...there.
Melodi landed in an ungraceful heap and jangle of dischordancy, sooner than she'd expected, and this place was wrong. No sense of motion, no dance to it, rhythms slow and tangled and everything was the wrong color. The sky was gray-blue, the trees were brown and green and red and gold, the ground beneath her feet a jumbled tangle of grays and browns and it was definitely not where she'd intended to arrive.
Standing up, she brushed off her tunic and looked around. Buildings, too many buildings, too tall, too confining. She headed in the opposite direction, in search of air and space and light.
And "Oh! I didn't...good morning to you."
Morning was mostly a guess, but her smile was genuine.
To...there.
Melodi landed in an ungraceful heap and jangle of dischordancy, sooner than she'd expected, and this place was wrong. No sense of motion, no dance to it, rhythms slow and tangled and everything was the wrong color. The sky was gray-blue, the trees were brown and green and red and gold, the ground beneath her feet a jumbled tangle of grays and browns and it was definitely not where she'd intended to arrive.
Standing up, she brushed off her tunic and looked around. Buildings, too many buildings, too tall, too confining. She headed in the opposite direction, in search of air and space and light.
And "Oh! I didn't...good morning to you."
Morning was mostly a guess, but her smile was genuine.