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♥ yaha barebacking wrote in sirenspull
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My hand has healed as have my feelings.

It's always sad, isn't it, when someone leaves?

I suppose that is just how things must be.

But does that really make it easier?

... ah well, what a funny little world that we exist in for only the moment, hm?

Why hello again.

I believe we've spoken before.

Did you injure yourself?


Yes, we did.

And, yes, I did injure myself.

How unfortunate. Glad to hear it's better.

All that is broken eventually repairs itself.

Time is all that it needs.

Very wisely said.

I do try.

Forgive me, I don't think I introduced myself the last time we met. My name is Doctor Fell. And yours?

You need not apologize to me, my dear friend.

I am Yaha.

It's a pleasure to meet you, doctor. But a doctor of what?

Just Yaha?

A pleasure that is equally mine.

A little bit of everything is thrown into my doctorate's, you might say. I very much have an interest in culture.

Just Yaha.

Then it is a pleasure shared.

In culture? All culture?

All sorts of culture, yes.

I'm certain that the culture favors you, as well, for being interested at all.

[Have a soft, almost sibilant laugh, at that.]

I was a curator of a grand library once. There I was surrounded by priceless artifacts...The very essence of culture, you might say. The rarest collection of books and scrolls in the world as far as the eye could see...I do miss it so. I was forced to leave it behind.

I do wonder if this island has anything comparable...

A pity about your friend, though. Did they disappear?

It may be not as wondrous but there is a library here that you can attend to, good doctor. And there is one that resides within its walls that I am certain that you would be happy to meet -- Destiny, himself.

My master ... and yes, he disappeared without a word.

One always has memories...[In his case a Memory Palace.]

Is that so? Though I myself have met him many times in my travels...[In a manner of speaking.]


They do ... one could forever sleep in memories, too.

You have? Is he not divine? In all manners of speech?

Yes, my master... I consider myself no better than a rabid dog at times, even though I am locked away in this place. It is part of my charm, or so I'm told.

If that was to be desired. The possibility has occurred to me that I may already be my dreams.

You must be speaking of more a personification, I presume? If so, then destiny is more a conceptual device in the way I mean to describe. [Incidences that were too coincidental by human standards, thus being attributed to Destiny.]

...Locked away?

If this is a place between dreams, I would dream of something much better.

Indeed, I do. He is far more than such ... mere words cannot properly describe him.

Like a bird maddened by the world outside my gilded cage.

Yes, I do suppose you are right in that respect.

[Good point. Well, at least he could gauge that this...particular individual was above average intelligence. He said such intriguing things, this Yaha.]

I see. Though you'll pardon me when I tell you it is difficult for me to believe such a fanciful idea, that I am to think that I have been as it has been phrased "Pulled" to a little island near Canada that no one seems to have heard of in what I have been told is an "alternate dimension". It all seems very telling on one's senses.

Yes; Like the Red Breast...

Have you ever heard of a man named William Blake? He has a rather lovely poem about such a subject. It is an old favorite of mine..."Auguries of Innocence."

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell through all its regions.

I am happy that you agree with me.

[A beat.]

Have you not seen the chaos that erupts upon nightfall? It's really quite interesting to watch the monsters scream. Monsters that once had the face of humans. But I suppose that can be said of the criminals and madmen who wander, yes?

... red breast?

I'm afraid I've heard of no such man, but I did like that brief poem.

...Hm, I've yet to bear witness, though I do hear the sounds [And smell the scents. It was indeed quite a strange wonder.[.

It depends on the kind.

A bird known as the robin, it has a red breast, you see...

It is much longer, but alas I cannot recite it all to you without you growing restless I fear.

The sounds are lovely ... I miss them.

Oh, I see. Here I thought it was bleeding within its cage. Perhaps, it is.

That is fine. I'm happy to hear what it is that I heard.


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