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Event piece c: So excited to finally draw her and be in the group AHHHH <3 HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Voice performance: www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDUg88…

Inmates and staff alike bustled around the grounds with seemingly renewed purpose. Annelie had heard whispers of a plague, but she had thus been bundled up and pushed into activities to keep her busy, so there was no time to think of it. She was fairly silent for her first few weeks, only responding to the orderlies if they asked a question she could answer. Part of her was still drowning in grief, part of her feared her newfound power, and part of her simply could not be bothered to try.

Annelie was still exhausted from those months on the island alone, and here... here she could not be alone. It was maddening. The other inmates flitted around like flies, always chatting and laughing and moving. No stillness, no silence. In that way it reminded her of the ocean she loved, but really, they were an irritant whereas the ocean was a lullaby.

Everyone talked of Christmas, as if the world hadn't been violently turned on its side. She sees them all with their tinsel and sloppily-knit sweaters from her perch on the windowsill. They look so happy.

Annelie heard them talking about a concert... perhaps this is the only thing that can cheer her. Her father and brothers once took great delight in saving their wages for the holidays and decking the gloomy lighthouse in cheer. That seemed so far away now, as if it were someone else's secondhand memory, but the carols still rang in her mind like a freshly rung bell. Yes, this was the only thing she could contribute. She decided to sing her mother's favorite holiday song. Perhaps somewhere in the beyond, her father would hear her as well. That was her hope.

The young woman took great pains to make the wreaths precisely like her brothers had. Annelie ventured out with groups into the forest to collect spruce for her dense headpiece. The sap on her fingers at the end of each day was worth the trouble, though very annoying to deal with during ordinary tasks. In her spare time she fastened a robe out of old cloth and a harness of sorts for the advent wreath. She asked permission to borrow a few candles and then neatly arranged them in the pine boughs; Annelie was careful to wet the boughs before lighting the wicks.

Annelie was not nervous on the day of her debut. If anything she was numb to the faces looking up at her as she stepped forward to begin. With a single candle to light her performance, she began. Softly, at first, barely reaching anyone, and then boldly, as if trying to puncture the heavens with her words. Her sorrows seemed to lift, if but for a moment, as she belted out note after note into the cool winter air. Otherworldly voices seemed to accompany her, faintly but audibly. She was, for once, not thinking of the deep waters... she was looking to the night sky.

The Daegra within her seemed to hum.

Description
Event piece c: So excited to finally draw her and be in the group AHHHH <3 HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Voice performance: www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDUg88…

Inmates and staff alike bustled around the grounds with seemingly renewed purpose. Annelie had heard whispers of a plague, but she had thus been bundled up and pushed into activities to keep her busy, so there was no time to think of it. She was fairly silent for her first few weeks, only responding to the orderlies if they asked a question she could answer. Part of her was still drowning in grief, part of her feared her newfound power, and part of her simply could not be bothered to try.

Annelie was still exhausted from those months on the island alone, and here... here she could not be alone. It was maddening. The other inmates flitted around like flies, always chatting and laughing and moving. No stillness, no silence. In that way it reminded her of the ocean she loved, but really, they were an irritant whereas the ocean was a lullaby.

Everyone talked of Christmas, as if the world hadn't been violently turned on its side. She sees them all with their tinsel and sloppily-knit sweaters from her perch on the windowsill. They look so happy.

Annelie heard them talking about a concert... perhaps this is the only thing that can cheer her. Her father and brothers once took great delight in saving their wages for the holidays and decking the gloomy lighthouse in cheer. That seemed so far away now, as if it were someone else's secondhand memory, but the carols still rang in her mind like a freshly rung bell. Yes, this was the only thing she could contribute. She decided to sing her mother's favorite holiday song. Perhaps somewhere in the beyond, her father would hear her as well. That was her hope.

The young woman took great pains to make the wreaths precisely like her brothers had. Annelie ventured out with groups into the forest to collect spruce for her dense headpiece. The sap on her fingers at the end of each day was worth the trouble, though very annoying to deal with during ordinary tasks. In her spare time she fastened a robe out of old cloth and a harness of sorts for the advent wreath. She asked permission to borrow a few candles and then neatly arranged them in the pine boughs; Annelie was careful to wet the boughs before lighting the wicks.

Annelie was not nervous on the day of her debut. If anything she was numb to the faces looking up at her as she stepped forward to begin. With a single candle to light her performance, she began. Softly, at first, barely reaching anyone, and then boldly, as if trying to puncture the heavens with her words. Her sorrows seemed to lift, if but for a moment, as she belted out note after note into the cool winter air. Otherworldly voices seemed to accompany her, faintly but audibly. She was, for once, not thinking of the deep waters... she was looking to the night sky.

The Daegra within her seemed to hum.