[ voice - now that it's back! ]

[peacockherald]

Do you know... after everything that happened... I almost wish I was back to being a unicorn. It sounds stupid, but it was just so much simpler. 

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[tylendel]

You were an attractive unicorn.

[peacockherald]

Heh, I know. I can remember everything you said, love.

[tylendel]

That's embarrassing. I'll be...eating bread. Over here.

[peacockherald]

_{[ He laughed warmly. ]}

No no, I quite enjoyed the praise, really. You may continue at any time, 'Lendel.

[tylendel]

I could go on for months - years even. My voice would run out.

[peacockherald]

I hope not that. I missed your voice, the past week.

[tylendel]

And I missed yours. Can you sing for me, Van?

[peacockherald]

You know I can't, Tylendel. My Bardic talent is gone.

[tylendel]

You don't need it. Music can be enjoyed without it.

[peacockherald]

No, Tylendel, I mean I cannot sing. I cannot play music. I cannot write it. I cannot even hum it. Everything musical about me has been taken.

[tylendel]

Then let me play for you. It won't be as good and you know I don't possess a Bardic talent, but music can be an expression of love. Besides, after everything, it might help us both relax, hm?

(His heart aches over Vanyel's loss.)

[peacockherald]

I would like that very much, 'Lendel, thank you. I am sure Yfandes will enjoy it too. She has missed music as much as I.

_{[ Frankly, the whole Castle could do with cheering up, in his opinion. ]}

[tylendel]

I made a wish. I have a lute of my own now. I just need to tune it.

(Definitely.)

[peacockherald]

Really? Excellent. I can help you, though all I can really do is tell you if it sounds out of tune and when you hit the sweet spot.

[tylendel]

You are skilled at finding sweet spots. (A wink absolutely follows that statement - not that Van can see him.)

[peacockherald]

_{[ He doesn't need to. He can sense it, even through the journal, and it makes him laugh softly. Tylendel could always cheer him up, even after a dark time. ]}

I do my best, 'Lendel.

[tylendel]

Only a madman wouldn't love your hands, Van. (He more or less melts every time Vanyel touches him.) How are you feeling?

[peacockherald]

Tired, mostly, after all that. It makes me wish we could escape somewhere, you know, like back in Valdemar - out to some farm land, or even my family's home, just keep out of the way of my brothers and my father.

[tylendel]

I would take you there if I could. The only respite I can offer is our room. I'll give you music - I'll even play something incredibly sappy if you like so you can laugh at me.

[peacockherald]

Do you even know sappy songs? I thought you only knew the ones that made all the ladies blush.

[tylendel]

And those aren't embarrassingly sappy? My Lady's Eyes, for example?

[peacockherald]

Hahah, oh that one. I remember that, I used to have to play it all the time for my mother and her ladies.

[tylendel]

I imagine they loved it. It's a good piece to determine if a lady is completely air-headed.

[peacockherald]

I do not wish to talk so badly of them, but... yes, I suppose that has some truth.

[tylendel]

I didn't mean anything by that comment, Ashke. I was referring more to the court birds. They flock from one handsome man to another without any regard to how silly they look.