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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Sept 21, 2013 2:07:05 GMT -6
'What's a bardic circle?' Thought Nabbi as she put a hand on Ally's shoulder. She knew her ability to help would soon become a hindrance as half-blind words escaped her mouth. She had only heard Ally's poems, anything else was guessed.
"You've made it three years, you can go for this circle." She assured. "You've got to be good if you made it this long."
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Sept 21, 2013 2:07:21 GMT -6
"Why would that matter? I've also been starved for three years. I'm not any good." she muttered angrily. She knew there was some truth to the Kant's words, but she didn't want to hear it.
Ally sighed and stared off for a moment. She wasn't sure what she could complete. A song would be difficult to pick. Poems took time to write. So little time left. A nervous energy creeped under her skin as she realized that she had no choice but to go.
She carried on speaking, but this time it was quieter and more to herself. "It doesn't matter if I'm terrible though. I have to go. This is for Guile too." As much as she had grown to resent it at times, it still revitalized her when she thought of going on more for him than for herself. It was frustrating. She didn't know if he was alive any more, or if he was, he could be so far away. He could have just forgotten her and continued living his life. Nothing she did now was going to change anything in the past, nor would it make any good of the future. There was no more Bardic Duo. Yet, she was already wondering about what she was going to put down on paper for a written entry.
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Sept 21, 2013 2:07:53 GMT -6
The Raccoon put her hand on Ally's shoulder. There was nothing much she could say; her words were received like gruel by a king.
"Then go." She said quietly, fairly certain it wouldn't help. "Do it for Guile, whoever she is...Or he." Nabbi didn't know if that name belonged to a male or female. This was her cue to stop talking before she made a bigger mess of the situation.
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