Indie & Selective
Nienna
In the Music, she took little part. But listened intently until the end.
All her love is mingled with ᴩɪᴛy.
For she is the mighty who cries for all the unjust and terrible things that happen in the world, but she is also the one that teaches endurance and wisdom through adversity.
”Mmn,“ comes nonchalant and indiscernible sound. He rummages blearily though nearby effects, seeming to determinedly search for something when even he has no conception of what it may be. ”Maybe if you… wish on them? They’ll tell you.” Unreasonable lilt and lower punctuated raw vocals, seeing as they both seemed inundated with Lord knew what.
"I wish on them all the time and they never tell me anything.“ She doesn’t care to acknowledge his search, persistently prodding at his side. ”You told them not to talk to me, didn’t you? Why would you do that – ?“ She’s momentarily distracted, cloudy azure hues resting on his possessions. ” Did you bring a movie, cd, or maybe some cookies? If it’s not one of those things it’s not as important as the stars, okay? Okay.“