( Slowly, as she sings, Freyja lets the woman sit along part of the shop's still standing wall. There seemed to be more life in her eyes even though she was clearly confused while the man in the car was starting to stir as all traces of his wounds vanished. Happiness swells in her chest and she pushes it out, entwining it with every word that she sings.
It helps to lift the pressure she has felt over this city. The tense and almost suffocating effect that has hurt these people. It's enough that she can help them despite her worries and confusion.
Needless to say, she is surprised as a another voice joins in with her own to finish the song. A beautiful voice that seems to sparkle with every color imaginable but what shocks her most is that she knows this voice. This voice filled her childhood with those same sparkling color and helped to give life to her sometimes dull surroundings. )
This voice... ( She spins, searching out before her eyes lock onto a familiar figure. Her rune blazes with color, heart thumping as realization sets in and she wonders if this is truly a dream. ) You... you're Sheryl Nome.
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It helps to lift the pressure she has felt over this city. The tense and almost suffocating effect that has hurt these people. It's enough that she can help them despite her worries and confusion.
Needless to say, she is surprised as a another voice joins in with her own to finish the song. A beautiful voice that seems to sparkle with every color imaginable but what shocks her most is that she knows this voice. This voice filled her childhood with those same sparkling color and helped to give life to her sometimes dull surroundings. )
This voice... ( She spins, searching out before her eyes lock onto a familiar figure. Her rune blazes with color, heart thumping as realization sets in and she wonders if this is truly a dream. ) You... you're Sheryl Nome.