Information
Minion the Ice Swan
Nem
Legacy Name: Nem
The Glacier Popoko
Owner: KRONOS
Age: 13 years, 4 months, 2 days
Born: December 30th, 2010
Adopted: 11 years, 1 month, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: March 16th, 2013
Statistics
- Level: 86
- Strength: 216
- Defense: 215
- Speed: 211
- Health: 214
- HP: 210/214
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
It is there, at first -- the slow fade, the lingering melody as soft and sweet as a songbird's, as smooth as mahogany and as bright as the light that pours from a thousand urns.
It begins to build, a crescendo of soft murmurs and exhalations and sharp words that fall from graceless lips, like cymballs clashing and bells ringing and waves pounding against a rocky cliff face.
You begin to hear sounds you believe you've never known. But you know them. Words that echo across sea-foam crests and hidden caves pull themselves closer and closer to your feet, like the gentle roll of a briny tide in white sand.
And she sang and sang, and there was nothing to see but sound.
You step into water, and the ripples murmur around your ankles and lap gently at your toes. And you slowly breathe -- (inhale, exhale).
You are sitting in a darkened auditorium -- blind and deaf, slated obsidian in the heavy air, with echoes and darkness and a warm weight pressing against your fluttering pulse. But you feel the song, the melody, crawling against your skin like dying embers burning out in warm coal, and you close your eyes and feel it gently kiss your eyelids, your face. And you drown and drown in that music until you can perfectly script the notes from memory, if only you had a quill in your hand and papyrus sheets in your lap: stories written in songs, the ones in dreams, that sound like what it feels to fall through feathers and soft down.
And as you fall and fall, you wake in silence, and begin to hum. You hum it like she had hummed it, until you can truly hear it instead of feel it.
It is exhilarating.
But you drift back into sleep, and the tune disappears when night fades to blue.
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Member of a thin, elf-like race that lives high in the mountains. Singing is their culture. She was born mute, and fills the emptiness by collecting musical instruments and listening to birdsong, running streams, chirping crickets, and the soft patter of rain.
She dreams in sound.
Pet Treasure
Frozen Fruit
Frozen Flowers
Swirling Galaxy Cocktail
Decorative Freshwater Shell
Lumoth
Snow Crow
Crystal Shard
Northern Rumin
Frosted Down Feather
Silver Quill
Joyouslee
Frozen Rose Key
Enchanted Swan Feather
Fancy Veiltail
Crescent Mask
Winter Chill Feather
Pale Blue Songbird Wreath
Tornado Blade
Bottle of Saheric Sand
Saheric Mosaic
White Calla Lily
Unholy Pages
Elegant Nemean Figurine
Snowy Egret
White Nocturnal Water Lily
Pearl Flat Sword
Seafoam Sash
Astral Bloom
Wise Princess Bodysuit
Lacrimosa
Frosted Snake Figurine