"Ah, Lady Grace.. Um, when will I be allowed to perform?"
I wish I hadn't said that. I wish- I pray to the dragons that those words of mine fell on deaf ears- but... If my wish were granted, if I were to speak and sing and never to be heard- I would betray her.
The frigid feeling underneath my feet is nothing compared to how it is to be without her. I feel her presence when I feel the warmth of the sun, the cooling embrace of the rain, or see the colors that paint the world. When I smile and laugh at the worst of jokes, when I cry with no other restraints-
-I can feel her by my side.
And when I worry and feel as if all is to crumble and shatter around me- It is her I hear.
Yet here, I can't feel her or sense her. I feel blinded. The lights are bright, despite the darkness looming outside the palace walls. The outside is better than what lies around me here within the stone boundaries. Around me are eyes, taking in my form and my visage. Eyes of jewels filled with prominence and strength. My eyes could never match up to theirs. Not an ounce of my person could ever match up to them.
You don't need to.
But will I ever be as good as them-
You never need to be like others to be happy.
They're belittling me and mocking me and judging me-
Then, sing. Let them hear you. Let them know what lies deep within you. And my child, if you fear their eyes- Dance and let them see you. Show them, you are not what they believe and are beyond such.
I took a sharp and deep breath, closing my eyes.
There is no fear in you, for your safest and dearest place-
"-Is the place where I sing."
While no one heard those words, the next ones would certainly be.
"Do you hear the falling of water? Do you hear the crackling of fire? Do you hear-"
"-The ground moving beneath your feet-"
-A voice both soft and clear rang out through the throne room. A young Estling, small in form, flowered. She no longer shied away from those in attendance. Her eyes reflected a clear resolve, at times, meeting with onlookers. A smile as bright as the dawn rested upon her face, greeting all who watched.
Her body moved with grace and merriment. She sang and danced like a bird freed from a cage.
Even if this was for only a short time, she'd hope deep within her and her song, these people- even if they were nobility and royalty- Her voice would reach them. To whether that became true or not, only time, gods, and the dragons can tell.
Oh my little robin, I sing and dance with you.
For this is our safest and dearest place.
I wish I hadn't said that. I wish- I pray to the dragons that those words of mine fell on deaf ears- but... If my wish were granted, if I were to speak and sing and never to be heard- I would betray her.
The frigid feeling underneath my feet is nothing compared to how it is to be without her. I feel her presence when I feel the warmth of the sun, the cooling embrace of the rain, or see the colors that paint the world. When I smile and laugh at the worst of jokes, when I cry with no other restraints-
-I can feel her by my side.
And when I worry and feel as if all is to crumble and shatter around me- It is her I hear.
Yet here, I can't feel her or sense her. I feel blinded. The lights are bright, despite the darkness looming outside the palace walls. The outside is better than what lies around me here within the stone boundaries. Around me are eyes, taking in my form and my visage. Eyes of jewels filled with prominence and strength. My eyes could never match up to theirs. Not an ounce of my person could ever match up to them.
You don't need to.
But will I ever be as good as them-
You never need to be like others to be happy.
They're belittling me and mocking me and judging me-
Then, sing. Let them hear you. Let them know what lies deep within you. And my child, if you fear their eyes- Dance and let them see you. Show them, you are not what they believe and are beyond such.
I took a sharp and deep breath, closing my eyes.
There is no fear in you, for your safest and dearest place-
"-Is the place where I sing."
While no one heard those words, the next ones would certainly be.
"Do you hear the falling of water? Do you hear the crackling of fire? Do you hear-"
"-The ground moving beneath your feet-"
-A voice both soft and clear rang out through the throne room. A young Estling, small in form, flowered. She no longer shied away from those in attendance. Her eyes reflected a clear resolve, at times, meeting with onlookers. A smile as bright as the dawn rested upon her face, greeting all who watched.
Her body moved with grace and merriment. She sang and danced like a bird freed from a cage.
Even if this was for only a short time, she'd hope deep within her and her song, these people- even if they were nobility and royalty- Her voice would reach them. To whether that became true or not, only time, gods, and the dragons can tell.
Oh my little robin, I sing and dance with you.
For this is our safest and dearest place.
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