Haly flopped onto her bed and started a random CD in the CD player she’d installed in the wall.
I can’t believe this. How could they take this away from me?
A line of poetry from a Kellan chronicle translated itself in her mind. Search a hundred days, you’ll never find
The fragments of this broken heart of mine…
She blinked, realizing how melodramatic that sounded. Okay, enough fun. Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
The music slipped into her thoughts, misplacing them to make way for itself. You’re in my mind all of the time, I know it’s not enough…
She was fine. Life was fine. She’d find a way. Wind chimes were content with life, and they didn’t live in Nayo.
Well, if the sky can crack, there must be some way back…
Haly kicked the CD player. “Shut up. Don’t taunt me.” She could make her own music. She started to hum a snatch of song, a sort of riddle song:
It leaps and it shivers
Completely untethered
Small as a movement
Large as a word
”I should go check on TAAron,” she mused. “See how Nameless’ doctors are coming along.”
So she skipped down the corridor and knocked on the infirmary.