39th Summer, 510
purpose: selfmod, training.
Dhanya had been avoiding the rest of her fellow travelers that afternoon. She felt as if she had no words for them and no space inside to hear any they could care to tell her. She was a full cup and inside, something was churning. She didn't know what with.
She ran through scales, again and again, working high to low and backwards. She held the highest and lowest notes and until she felt warm and bored with it.
"La, fucking, la." She sang, standing alone in the desert and watching the sun dip low.
The heat of the day had finally passed but it was not yet dark and cold. She had some time to herself and she was going to take it.
"Can anybody find me..." She held the last note, then decided this was not a song she wished to sing.
"Theres a blue bird at my window, I cant hear the songs he sings." She began anew, voice soft and feet unmoving. "All the jewels in heaven, they dont look the same to me."
"I just wade the tides that turned,
Till I learn to leave the past behind.
It's only lies that I'm living,
It's only tears that I'm crying,
It's only you that I'm losing,
Guess I'm doing fine."
It was a miserable sort of song but she was at least pleased that she was keeping tune and controlling her breathing. She was singing well, even if her throat did hurt.
"And by the way, I hope you drown." The words were not in the original lyrics. She just slipped them in.
It was enough moping. She pondered her mental catalogue for something more upbeat, with an undercurrent of revenge. Anger was still the emotion she was most comfortable with when it came to unhappy days.