The Lucky Penny

[Unseelie]

Mourning had, for the first time, crawled out of the shell. And outside, she'd discovered a song so vast and brilliant, so deep and true, a song of things which had happened, were happening, far away and close, but never reachable, brought to her in a nurishing flow of knowledge and information so deep that she could barely seive the surface. She'd found, on top of her usual understanding from inside the shell, where everything was so close and immediate, that she knew the history, what had happened here, and far away, in echos from eternity, and she'd found Sydney's notes in the song, the harmonies of the shell Sydney wore out into the great song, and then those notes had dissappeared, gone. Just as she was discovering how to move in this new place, in this song, she'd lost Sydney, she'd lost her we.

With that shock, Mourning focused on her immediate surroundings, her immediate history. Sydney had been...there. And around her, she'd emptied out the song, creating an empty space, untill none of the song touched her. That was how Sydney had dissapeared.

Mourning drifted over to the hole in the song, found where it butted up against the greater shell, the huge shell, and shoved herself through. Pressure pushed back at her, and then...Sydney was there again, but the song was gone.

She rushed over to Sydney, across the slick surfaces, and pounced at her feet.

***Sydney!***
***Mourning Sydney shell, Mourning shell, Shell, Mourning Sydney Song, Mourning Song, Mourning Sydney Shell!***
***MourningSydneyWe, yes?***

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