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19.Feb.12, 05:36 PM
Gingerly, her hand reached out to caress the shell, wondering- just what would it feel like?
Her hands and fingertips pressed to sound. The Harper honestly couldn't feel if the egg was leathery or like a shell, because her fingers pressed into vibration and something that almost reminded her of music. The explosion of noise rang through her head, a raucous cacophony that sent her head reeling. A gasp may have escaped her lips, but she couldn't tell; She couldn't hear it. The dissonance was loud, hypnotic and there was almost a rhythm to it. Clash upon clash, one deafening noise after another that was louder even than the drums of her Craft; Because instead of being heard with her ears, the sound was in her head. There was no way it was on the Sands. Nirinath would eat them.
She could remember being a child, beating pots and pans together like cymbals and drums; Her first response was to tell the egg, "You sit down and play quietly, right now!" It was what she had always been told, and then she and Litir would giggle at each other, and he would ruffle her hair. And then the dissonance made her think of other things. "You be quiet." she murmured to the egg, as though an egg could hear her. Ha! That was funny. Muttering to an egg. And it wasn't as though it did anything. Still, the breathless words made her feel just a smidgen better.
Why weren't eggs like children? She could bribe them, then.
The sound, as it arced through her head, made her stomach twist and her head spin. It was too much, too close and she hadn't been prepared. For all that nodding and listening, she hadn't expected what she got. Jada swayed for a moment, leaning forward into the egg to balance herself; After a moment, she realized just what she was doing. She could hurt it! She pulled away from the egg and covered her mouth, looking around the Sands. Her arms tucked in close to her sides, arms crossing over her stomach. So many people were touching the eggs, and she was probably the only one with a massive headache and the urge to vomit.
Her hands and fingertips pressed to sound. The Harper honestly couldn't feel if the egg was leathery or like a shell, because her fingers pressed into vibration and something that almost reminded her of music. The explosion of noise rang through her head, a raucous cacophony that sent her head reeling. A gasp may have escaped her lips, but she couldn't tell; She couldn't hear it. The dissonance was loud, hypnotic and there was almost a rhythm to it. Clash upon clash, one deafening noise after another that was louder even than the drums of her Craft; Because instead of being heard with her ears, the sound was in her head. There was no way it was on the Sands. Nirinath would eat them.
She could remember being a child, beating pots and pans together like cymbals and drums; Her first response was to tell the egg, "You sit down and play quietly, right now!" It was what she had always been told, and then she and Litir would giggle at each other, and he would ruffle her hair. And then the dissonance made her think of other things. "You be quiet." she murmured to the egg, as though an egg could hear her. Ha! That was funny. Muttering to an egg. And it wasn't as though it did anything. Still, the breathless words made her feel just a smidgen better.
Why weren't eggs like children? She could bribe them, then.
The sound, as it arced through her head, made her stomach twist and her head spin. It was too much, too close and she hadn't been prepared. For all that nodding and listening, she hadn't expected what she got. Jada swayed for a moment, leaning forward into the egg to balance herself; After a moment, she realized just what she was doing. She could hurt it! She pulled away from the egg and covered her mouth, looking around the Sands. Her arms tucked in close to her sides, arms crossing over her stomach. So many people were touching the eggs, and she was probably the only one with a massive headache and the urge to vomit.
