Her voice was changed, somewhat, different from the tone she'd adopted over the past moons. She was kind to me, when I hadn't been shown a lot of kindness. It was all she could handle in the moment.Ĭassiopeia was my first friend, she whispered, unsure if she was talking to the boy or to herself-or to no one, really, at all. The world had shrank to just her son and her, and she was content with that for now. She pulled his still form close, still murmuring in Daedric.
When she was finished, Sobek flicked his tongue - almost snake-like - and lightly nosed at her side to try and comfort her.Īs she spoke, she became aware that she wasn't alone, and a familiar, comforting scent wreathed around her. The boy was silent, absorbent, not moving a muscle even when he recognized some of the names she spoke.
Rather than interrupt whatever she was doing, he leaned his narrow, runty figure against her hip and propped his chin against her knee. Sobek presumed she spoke to him, and slunk close. His ears trembled and showed his uncertainty in the way they twisted, quick, like the fluttering of moth wings. Her crying had not ceased - merely been smothered with a tip of her chin.
They each held their own voice, their calls changing all the time.īut when he slipped around the corner of the altar to the sounds dying out, he saw his mother. What caused the sad song to drift between the trees? It could have been a raven, he thought. He was curious of this sound and that was the end of it. That or he felt safe even in his failures, content to try again and again at things until they were right, but not wasting his energy with unnecessary shows of emotion. Sobek had never cried he had been a sombre baby, growing in to a young boy that appeared to lack the capacity for it. The sound of distant crying piqued his interest, and he followed the tin-sounding refrain until it was at its loudest, which did not take long. A brazen demand of a deity, but she was desperate. Let her speak to me when I need her most. Sithis, she repeated, her voice stronger now. And yet-wasn't it appropriate now, in the face of death? It had been a long time since her prayers had featured the Dread Father. Peryite, my Lord, my God, she managed in a hoarse whisper, turning tear-swollen eyes toward the Altar. She was family (now truly in the most traditional sense, after bearing Vaati's brood). She had been captive here she wasn't.obligated. The woman had shown Maegi kindness when she hadn't needed to. Never again would Cassiopeia walk into her life, kindness and ferocity balanced together on a knife's edge. Sometimes they came back, but you couldn't come back from death. The tears came quickly and easily interspersed were aching moans of Cass, and why? Her oldest and dearest friend, apart from her brothers-gone. Chin tucked nearly into her chest, she made a beeline for the Altar and then collapsed before it, completely and thoroughly going to pieces. By the time she arrived at the sacred place, she was practically struggling for breath between hiccups stifling sobs. Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreamsĬertain to tell you confusion has its cost.She hobbled her way to Nightcaller Temple, feeling the strain of the past several days begin to wear her down. CSN did this better than CSNY mainly due to the fact that Young’s voice was so distinctive that he would often sing lead. This requires amazing discipline and also putting your ego aside a bit, as there is no true lead singer. Note that the whole song is sung in harmony. The guitar work is also quite good, but the harmonies are what really blow you away. “Helplessly Hoping” is a classic Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young song: the strength is in the songwriting and the harmonies. Did she ever say goodbye? Was there anything even there to begin with? While he is spending a lot of time and energy consoling her of her bad dreams, he is still not getting anything back from her. Will she start to see things the way he does? The answer is no, as we can see in the above quote. But in the chorus, he sees a life where they fit together perfectly. At one point he refers to himself as a harlequin to her-cheap entertainment. In Helplessly Hoping, he sees himself as almost an afterthought to her-even though their lives seem to fit together quite well-at least in his mind. Suite Judy Blue Eyes is another great famous song about their relationship.
“Helplessly Hoping” is another song by Steven Stills about his (somewhat unrequited) love for Judy Collins.
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