24 | InWhich there is Cleanup [Dictated]

[strangewonders]

Certainly glad that's over, hm?

[If his usual casual manner sounds a bit forced, well. It's hard to be cheerful when you feel like you failed to protect someone properly]

I'll be in the library, tidying up. It's a bit of a mess in there.

[ 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. 

(Dictated)

[tylendel]

(There are no words at the beginning of this entry. Instead, music plays over the journal. Tylendel isn't a bard. He can't control how his music effects others and, compared to some, his skills are woefully inept, but he is enjoying himself.

Yes, he wished for a lute.

At the end of several pieces, he chuckles.)

I apologize for any fumbling. Van is far more talented than I am.

(Yet this is fun for him.)

I miss the music of Valdemar. Living so near the Bardic Collegium had its positive aspects. There were free concerts almost constantly.

(He sighs quietly.)

Is everyone alright? I know it has been a rough couple of weeks.

ten truffula stumps

[shortishandbossy]

 [The Lorax has been lingering around the Once-ler's room despite the fact that the castle has been declared safe. He just wanted to make sure it wasn't going to be a false alarm, that's all. He's only taking precautions. No one can ever be too careful when dwelling in a possibly psychotic castle. And despite the fact that everyone's reclaimed their voices, he hasn't been in a very talkative mood. The sting of knowing that Sheena had died was getting to him.]

Mmm...

[He's claimed the Once-ler's bed as his own personal napping spot, and the open journal under him is recording sounds that are not unlike a lawn mower. Good luck getting any sleep with that racket echoing through the journals]