Belive me, that punishment is the least I deserve for what I am, and what I have done.
[ He says hollowly, but he smiles a little at that. Reaching for a flask, he tips water into his hand, and sings, low and clear, of the memory of starlight in a world with no moon or sun, a million brilliant pinpricks of light, and the wonder of those who looked up and saw them ]
Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!
[ a spark answers him, a flicker of light drawn from memory and love, flickering to a steady, silver gleam, twinkling merrily in the small puddle in his scarred hand ]
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Belive me, that punishment is the least I deserve for what I am, and what I have done.
[ He says hollowly, but he smiles a little at that. Reaching for a flask, he tips water into his hand, and sings, low and clear, of the memory of starlight in a world with no moon or sun, a million brilliant pinpricks of light, and the wonder of those who looked up and saw them ]
Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!
[ a spark answers him, a flicker of light drawn from memory and love, flickering to a steady, silver gleam, twinkling merrily in the small puddle in his scarred hand ]