Indie & Selective
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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.

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xsilurian:

        ❝In retrospect, yes. Though, I haven’t been
           awake for it, for anymore than forty years.❞

                           [ Finished. It was a true gift bestowed upon
                              the woman ; to hear a symphony that
                              resembled such a thing. Astonishing. ]

        ❝Do you have your own song then?❞

         _{❝My own song?❞}

                        <sub>[ Why does it seem s odd a question? Cara 
                          believes it makes sense to ask – and yet 
                          so few indulge her to this point. She remains
                          silent, contemplative before finding her answer. ]

          ❝If I have one, it is beyond me. At least
             I can’t hear it. Every living thing has one
             I am alive so I should think that I do.❞</sub>

xsilurian:

      ❝How … peculiar.❞

                         [ Her best guess was initially extraterrestrial 
                           technology, especially a brain perception.
                           Though she was speaking of something 
                           different altogether                           clearly. ]

        ❝Does my song stay the same? 
           Or does it change with any
           interactions?❞ 

         _{❝Well… it changes, of course.❞}

                   _{[ Even from race to race, it seemed. For her
                     music sounded as though it was played with
                     different instruments than any she’d heard
                     before —- but for someone to be genuinely
                     curious about the music she heard brought
                     a small smile to her face ]}

          _{❝ I mostly hear the parts that have finished. Like
             it repeats. Your song is very long. I suppose 
             that means you are quite old? ❞}

xsilurian:

               [ Emerald eyes which matched soft scales, 
                 moved upwards to her’s, blinking simply.
                 Different ; yet something  n e w. ] 

        ❝Are you a mutant of some kind?
                       Or just not of this world?❞ 

            <sub>[ Her sanity not being questioned is a happy
              change of pace. The word choice —- not 
              so much. ]

     ❝ I’m human. I just hear the music. Well…
         maybe there is a mutation. Your guess
         is as good as mine. ❞</sub> 

xsilurian:

           ❝ Sound? What is it your referring to if not speech?❞

             _{A question always asked with no clear answer.
         She does her best to be sensible. Lips hesitantly 
             parting to explain herself.}

                  _{❝ Every living thing has a song. I think it is
                  the sound people making just єχιѕтιηﻭ —-
                      I can’t clarify any more than that. ❞}

xsilurian:

            ❝Just because I am green does
               not mean I am an alien.❞

           _{❝ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.  I was more 
              interested in the way you sound than the way 
              you look — I don’t mean your voice, I just…
              Oh, nevermind me. I do like the way you sound. ❞}