Hope Springs in the Sunrise (solo)

[Cyrill]

Timestamp: 30th Day of Summer, 510 AV
Location: Mt. Skyinarta

Light was just beginning to spill over the horizon as Cyrill made it to her favorite ridge. It had been a long time since she allowed herself to take a break from routine and visit this place. First, it was the cold, winter weather, then a period of harsh storms, and then she was simply too busy. But, Cyrill could never forget this magnificent view. The sun was rising gracefully and slowly, sending out tendrils of light ahead of itself as it climbed atop a mountainous ridge. Cyrill held her breath as she watched the light crawl lazily across the sky. Softly, she spoke a quick thanks to Syna and Priskil for sharing light with the world. She began to hum a simple melody, adjusting her voice to the soft current of the wind. Gradually, the melody gained a few words as she sang.

“So many tears will be cries tonight
And so many dreams miss the sky
Look out for a light that will move you inside
And you'll feel all your sorrows pass by”

It was an old song that she had heard sung by a bard when she was still a child. But it had stuck with her and whenever she felt like singing as she watched the sunrise, she sung this song. Of course, there were times when the sunrise seemed too melancholy for singing and she would stay silent, taking it all in with her eyes, but not her voice. But today, the sunrise filled her with hope and breathed a refreshing gust of air into her voice.

“Bringing hope to you
When you see the light
In the dark”

Her arms hung motionlessly at her sides as she sung, her chin slightly raised as she looked into the light. Her eyes burned just a little from gazing so intently into the sun, so she averted them almost wistfully. She wanted to see straight into the light as it leaked across the mountains like a smooth, golden syrup. She wanted to feel it crawl over her skin and weave itself in her hair. This was one of those rare moments of serenity when she didn't feel guilty for not working. She knew that she belonged here in this very moment, not down below in the Glass Reverie. Knew also that the sun needed to be watched by someone as it rose.

The song trailed off from her lips as she grew quiet again. Mesmerized, she watched the sun make slow progress up into the sky.

Song :

The lyrics are taken from “Light of Hope” by Vanilla Ninja.

[Cyrill]

She was surprised at just how empty she felt. Here she was, standing in her favorite place in the world. The sun was shining; the birds were beginning to chirp. She should have been happy, elated even. And yet, she felt as if that happiness was draining away from her. She bit her lip – a habit she was sure she had left behind in her Yasi years – and tried to regain some of the carefree energy that had been coursing through her just moments before.

She perched on an outcropping of rock, not even bothering to clear away the dirt from its surface. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she allow herself even a moment of carelessness? Why couldn’t she just…be free of everything? Her chin propped up on her knuckles, she stared in front of her.

Unbidden, the words of a long forgotten song poured from her lips:

"Red and yellow and pink and green
Purple and orange and blue
I can sing a rainbow,
sing a rainbow,
sing a rainbow too."

That’s what it was – she was missing her brother. How strange that she remembered him now of all times. And all because of some silly song they sang together as kids. He was never much of a singer. He would try to make a melody of the first few words and then his voice would crack or he wouldn’t hit the note. He’d always asked her to sing this song for him. Why did she remember it now? There was no rainbow before her now. She hadn’t seen a rainbow in a long time.

"Listen with your eyes
Listen with your ears,
and sing everything you see,
I can sing a rainbow,
sing a rainbow,
s-sing – sing… "

Cyrill’s voice cracked on the word, her eyes suddenly growing moist. Where was he? Why wasn’t he here? Why had he left her? What if he was dead? She swallowed a lump in her throat and finished the song, "sing along with me.”

She was looking at the ground instead of the rising sun. She didn’t want to believe that Beck was dead. He couldn’t be. All those times they had played together – running around, him teasing her, shooting arrows at trees… He loved it when she sang for him. He had even admitted that she was a better singer than he. Beck never admitted he was bad at anything.

Song :

The lyrics are taken from an old nursery rhyme called "Sing a Rainbow". This is how I picture Cyrill singing the song:

[Cyrill]

Cyrill rose, her eyes still moist with unshed tears. She was being foolish and sentimental. If she were a piece of glass, she would need to be placed on the rack to cool off and harden. At the moment, she felt breakable – a bad quality for a finished glass piece. She had been stupid to come here and bring her memories with her. Beck was gone. Whether he was dead or simply refusing to send a message home, he was no longer a part of her life. She had to accept that.

“Sheesh, Cy, you’re always so serious. Lighten up. Live a little.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. All you do is mold your stupid glass. It’s boring.”

He turns away from her, his back straight with anger and irritation. Childish teasing had morphed into unspoken tension. Angry with him for being angry with her, she picks up a handful of sawdust and throws it at him. He whirls around and sweeps his arm across the workshop countertop, sending a mound of sawdust her way. A few minutes later, they are rolling around in the workroom, kicking up sawdust and laughing.

The memory played itself in Cyrill’s mind. For a second she could even feel the sawdust on her fingertips. That had been the first time she got in trouble as a Yasi – the first and only time, come to think of it.

She ran a hand through the red tendrils on her head, trying to comb the memories out. She began to march in the direction of home, her strides long and purposeful. She was done. She had to be done. No more memories. No more childish songs. Pretty soon, Cyrill had disappeared down a pathway leading back into the warrens.

An echo resonating through the tunnel picked up the last few words of a song sung in a whisper, “I can sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow, sing along with me.”

FIN

[Dreamcatcher]

. Character: Cyrill Experience: +3 Singing Lore: Pouring your feelings into Song Additional Note: Its always a pleasure to read your posts Cyrill. Just give me a heads up you’re your done with another one. .