[SWP] Dark Days

KIADA I am unworthy but I will build and break and destroy and create for you She watched, eyes flickering from branch to branch as she spoke and the branches seemed to relax. Yet there was still some issue with them being tangled. Luckily for her, as she spoke, Khairi did his best to try and untangle the relaxed branches from strangling one another. After a few moments, she glanced around to see Kyros speaking to another, and watching the one he touched relax. It seemed to be working, and was far faster than forcing them to untangle the branches that had already cut into one another. Sadness bloomed in Kiada’s chest as she spotted the ooze leaking from the tree from where it had been held by the other. Then, her attention drifted back to Rixen as it usually somehow did. His voice rang out, in a singsong tone as he allowed his voice to caress the Mangroves. Her ears flicked forward, her attention on him and the tree, the cluster of trees seemed to sigh – even the wind that passed through their foliage seemed to repeat the song Rixen had spoke. Curious, she turned her attention back to the cluster she stood by. Did they need to sing to them? She wasn’t much of a singer, honestly, but she’d never truly tried. She remembered the little songs her mother sang to her, ones of stories of her homeland, of Halyven before corruption and chaos descended on the land taking everything with it. She wondered if they’d still work, even being specifically from Halyven, would the ideas still work here so long as she followed the same tune? With a deep breath, she closed her eyes to the cluster of trees she stood in front of as she reached into the deepest parts of her mind. “Perhaps this relates to the troubles you face, For long ago there was a queen who loved her Kingdom so fierce, There was nothing that could take it from her. She was a warrior, a queen, a lover, a mother. But darkness descended upon her kingdom, a dark oily sheen. Something that couldn’t be unseen. And she tried and tried, for many years, to fix the problem. When finally, after so many years, the willow trees blossomed. The queen knew it was a sign, a sign that there was something far darker below. And that’s when the queen finally arose. She raised herself as blood, steel, and wind. A fire that couldn’t be put out, for she flew with ivory wings. She took the blossoms, the sign, to face the darkness that swallowed her home. And she faced the darkness in the ashes, in the remnants of where her fire roamed. She took the steel and fought the shadows, Until all that remained were the field full of willows. Light returned to her kingdom, to her life. And she found more love than she could inspire. Rumor has it the willows still sing, The battle between fire and demons on the breeze.” She finished the tale, her eyes opening to survey the cluster of trees before her, hopeful that she could see them relax further. "Talk." for you, i kneel. for you, anything. everything, always —

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She sings a song of Halyven to the cluster of trees before her!