11-04-2024, 11:42 PM
yes i know that love is like ghosts,
few have seen it but everybody talks —
few have seen it but everybody talks —
She does not find it at all strange or unbelievable that the moon speaks to him. In fact, rather than feeling even a thread of doubt, it is actually envy that she finds she has to swallow down. The moon is a beautiful thing; she thinks of all the times she has been guided by her silvery light, or gazed up in admiration at the beaming crescent tucked behind plush clouds in a garden of stars. What a lovely thing it would be indeed to be able to listen to her; it sounded far more peaceful than the whispering of restless ghosts.
When she looks at the aged stallion before her—and she finds that he is rather regal looking, with a dignified kind of grace that must have come with age, and all the knowledge the moon has bestowed upon him—she sees that it is no small wonder that he has been blessed while she has been cursed. He asks her if the moon has ever spoken to her, and regretfully, she shakes her head. “No, I’m afraid she has not. The only thing I can speak with are ghosts,” she tells him, and is a little surprised at how willingly she offers him this information. But if he can speak with the moon, surely he won’t find ghosts too strange? “What kind of things does she say to you? That must be remarkable, to be entrusted with something so important,” she tells him, the admiration evident in the almost wistful tone to her voice.
When she looks at the aged stallion before her—and she finds that he is rather regal looking, with a dignified kind of grace that must have come with age, and all the knowledge the moon has bestowed upon him—she sees that it is no small wonder that he has been blessed while she has been cursed. He asks her if the moon has ever spoken to her, and regretfully, she shakes her head. “No, I’m afraid she has not. The only thing I can speak with are ghosts,” she tells him, and is a little surprised at how willingly she offers him this information. But if he can speak with the moon, surely he won’t find ghosts too strange? “What kind of things does she say to you? That must be remarkable, to be entrusted with something so important,” she tells him, the admiration evident in the almost wistful tone to her voice.
Narya
— spirits follow everywhere i go,
they sing all day and they haunt me in the night
they sing all day and they haunt me in the night
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Ruhr