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auroraexpress2018-12-01 03:49 pm
nihilmancy) wrote in auroraexpress2018-12-01 03:49 pm
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Who: Tabby and anyone
When: Day 3, Noon
Where: Lounge
[The Lounge screen flickers to life as a memory starts to play. Today's feature film:
The viewpoint of this memory is from a quite small person, and it soon becomes apparent that it is a childhood memory. The young Tabby is playing the flute in a garden just outside of a small adobe cottage. Another girl, about seven, dressed in a simple white linen dress listens intently on a nearby bench. Tabby plays slowly, making a few mistakes, but continuing to play the short tune. After repeating it a few times, she puts the instrument down.
"I'm still practicing it," she says. Her young voice is uncharacteristically cheerful.
The girl on the bench beams. "That was really good! Way better than me with the lyre."
"No way. It's just because it's a really easy-"
They are interrupted by a call from the house, as an older woman, somewhere between forty and fifty steps out. She has a warm smile on her face, and Tabby immediately focuses her full attention on her. "Come get some lunch, you two virtuosos!"
"Yes, Auntie Kerhet," they reply in unison.
The girls start to enter the house, but not before Tabby turns and says "I really do want to hear you play too, Alua!"
The other girl laughs. "It's bad."
"I've listened to bad music before."
"Hey!"
As the memory ends, Tabby continues to sit and watch the screen, a small smile playing across her face. Still, her expression looks longing, lonely, even. It's a happy memory, but it's difficult somehow for her to process the feelings that its summoning.]
When: Day 3, Noon
Where: Lounge
[The Lounge screen flickers to life as a memory starts to play. Today's feature film:
The viewpoint of this memory is from a quite small person, and it soon becomes apparent that it is a childhood memory. The young Tabby is playing the flute in a garden just outside of a small adobe cottage. Another girl, about seven, dressed in a simple white linen dress listens intently on a nearby bench. Tabby plays slowly, making a few mistakes, but continuing to play the short tune. After repeating it a few times, she puts the instrument down.
"I'm still practicing it," she says. Her young voice is uncharacteristically cheerful.
The girl on the bench beams. "That was really good! Way better than me with the lyre."
"No way. It's just because it's a really easy-"
They are interrupted by a call from the house, as an older woman, somewhere between forty and fifty steps out. She has a warm smile on her face, and Tabby immediately focuses her full attention on her. "Come get some lunch, you two virtuosos!"
"Yes, Auntie Kerhet," they reply in unison.
The girls start to enter the house, but not before Tabby turns and says "I really do want to hear you play too, Alua!"
The other girl laughs. "It's bad."
"I've listened to bad music before."
"Hey!"
As the memory ends, Tabby continues to sit and watch the screen, a small smile playing across her face. Still, her expression looks longing, lonely, even. It's a happy memory, but it's difficult somehow for her to process the feelings that its summoning.]
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