10-04-2019, 01:08 PM
The most interesting thing about this swamp, and the surface in general, was how loud it was. Even when she swam with the sirens, the sea muffled things, nothing but the sound of slowly moving water and the occasional deeply ominous and ominously beautiful whale call. But up here, there was so much noise - people talking, birds singing, the hustle and bustle of a lived in town. It still felt quiet, though, which was odd - like everything was muffled. Not like it was under the sea, but still. There was something wrong with the place, she thought. Something sick with the land itself.
The screams of anger - or anguish, perhaps? - pierced that muffled bustle quite proficiently, however, making her sensitive ears twitch in confusion. That wasn't a word, but it was still so emotional. Who could have made the sound, she wondered, beginning to trek towards the source. It sounded close, so hey, maybe she could help someone. She was an excellent listener, after all.
The scene, as laid out before her: one of the few people she actually knew in this clan, frustratedly glaring at some ruined clothing or something - scraps of fabric and hay - with words on his lips, probably what she had heard earlier. So they were words. Explained the power behind them, she supposed - but she didn't know what he said.
Echo approached, cautiously, standing before the much larger mammal and cocking her head, a silent question of what was going on - all the words she knew were far, far away from her, and even if they weren't, she didn't know if they would have been the right ones.
The screams of anger - or anguish, perhaps? - pierced that muffled bustle quite proficiently, however, making her sensitive ears twitch in confusion. That wasn't a word, but it was still so emotional. Who could have made the sound, she wondered, beginning to trek towards the source. It sounded close, so hey, maybe she could help someone. She was an excellent listener, after all.
The scene, as laid out before her: one of the few people she actually knew in this clan, frustratedly glaring at some ruined clothing or something - scraps of fabric and hay - with words on his lips, probably what she had heard earlier. So they were words. Explained the power behind them, she supposed - but she didn't know what he said.
Echo approached, cautiously, standing before the much larger mammal and cocking her head, a silent question of what was going on - all the words she knew were far, far away from her, and even if they weren't, she didn't know if they would have been the right ones.
tags - "speech"
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