The music! The beauty turned vile and frightening. It had started in her waking hours, and now it’s followed Pod into her dreams. Worse, it already had a hold on some of her own memories. Pod is almost certain that her initial panic was wrong. Gull can’t have come to Drabwurld with her. Nor could the cursed harp made from the witch spruce that imprisoned his soul have made the journey. But, oh, if she had dragonfire to destroy that cursed sound anyway.
She’s woken screaming from nightmares with the music woven through them for two nights in a row now, but trying to search out the sound in her waking hours leads her around in circles and has proven fruitless. Even using one of the Fairy Rings to flee from Cothromach to Caer Glaem to Station and back again didn’t stop the sound. Nothing she’s been able to think of so far, not even prayers, has been able to rid herself of it. Worse, when Kiga had tried to give comfort to her earlier, her temper had flared and she’d snapped at him. Now, the guilt has her on the verge of tears, even though he’s forgiven her well and truly.
Yet still, the harp plays on, and Pod has to wonder if it might be some spell to rob them all of their sanity instead of control their minds and thoughts as Gull’s music had.
And since she’s back in Caer Glaem, Pod has retreated to the library. There must be something that will help. Somewhere in all these books, there must be some way to break a curse such as this, before it takes over her sleep and waking thoughts entirely and drives her utterly mad. She’s like to strike someone if this continues!
Her first thought is that it must be a curse, so she looks for books on counter-courses and protections. They are varied, and have many uses, some that she writes down to remember later—one can never be over-prepared to stand against dark magic—but only one of the spells that she thinks herself possibly capable of seems like it would have any bearing on such a curse that drives emotions wild.
She takes time and gathers what the book says she’ll need, and even asks one of the librarians for the proper way of pronouncing the words, and tries it. For a little while, she’s hopeful it has worked, but then the music sounds again at the edge of her hearing and Pod breaks down for a moment into frustrated tears.
It takes a while before she’s in control again, and Pod can think of only one person that might help. It’s not even a difficulty to find Hermione, because Kiga informs her that he can smell their friend, and very recently in the library at that.
When they have followed the trail, Pod almost breaks down in happy tears. “Oh, Hermione— I’ve been looking…”
She takes a breath, trying to bring herself to a more calm state. “I fear I’m cursed, or going mad. Do you know anything at all that might help?”
after her panic post; early April
have made the journey. But, oh, if she had dragonfire to destroy that cursed sound anyway.
She’s woken screaming from nightmares with the music woven through them for two nights in a row now, but trying to search out the sound in her waking hours leads her around in circles and has proven fruitless. Even using one of the Fairy Rings to flee from Cothromach to Caer Glaem to Station and back again didn’t stop the sound. Nothing she’s been able to think of so far, not even prayers, has been able to rid herself of it. Worse, when Kiga had tried to give comfort to her earlier, her temper had flared and she’d snapped at him. Now, the guilt has her on the verge of tears, even though he’s forgiven her well and truly.
Yet still, the harp plays on, and Pod has to wonder if it might be some spell to rob them all of their sanity instead of control their minds and thoughts as Gull’s music had.
And since she’s back in Caer Glaem, Pod has retreated to the library. There must be something that will help. Somewhere in all these books, there must be some way to break a curse such as this, before it takes over her sleep and waking thoughts entirely and drives her utterly mad. She’s like to strike someone if this continues!
Her first thought is that it must be a curse, so she looks for books on counter-courses and protections. They are varied, and have many uses, some that she writes down to remember later—one can never be over-prepared to stand against dark magic—but only one of the spells that she thinks herself possibly capable of seems like it would have any bearing on such a curse that drives emotions wild.
She takes time and gathers what the book says she’ll need, and even asks one of the librarians for the proper way of pronouncing the words, and tries it. For a little while, she’s hopeful it has worked, but then the music sounds again at the edge of her hearing and Pod breaks down for a moment into frustrated tears.
It takes a while before she’s in control again, and Pod can think of only one person that might help. It’s not even a difficulty to find Hermione, because Kiga informs her that he can smell their friend, and very recently in the library at that.
When they have followed the trail, Pod almost breaks down in happy tears. “Oh, Hermione— I’ve been looking…”
She takes a breath, trying to bring herself to a more calm state. “I fear I’m cursed, or going mad. Do you know anything at all that might help?”