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[saintedsinner]

-=Ed's seated in the kitchen, rocking on the back two legs of his chair as he's slowly painting something on a glass bowl. It's time consuming since he has to wait for the paint to dry between colors and layers, so there's a couple around him in various states of completion.=-

We are going down the valley

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[audio]

[endthiscycle]

[Winry heard this but it's actually a bit before she can actually say something. She's still with Anko, which means she still doesn't doesn't know what to say or think about the last time they talked.

But she can't bring herself to just ignore this when he sounds so morose]

...been a while since I've heard that song.

Or heard you sing.

[audio]

[saintedsinner]

-=There's a long silence, probably one so long that it was a possibility that Ed forgot to say anything.=-

Don't have much reason to sing.

[audio]

[endthiscycle]

[After a silence like that she already feels perhaps it was better to just keep quiet, but she's started talking now so she can't just leave it like that]

Why that song?

[audio]

[saintedsinner]

-=there's a shifting sound and the clinking of glass.=-

First one that came to mind, that's all.

[audio]

[endthiscycle]

[pause, and then]

Tell me if you remember this one.

Strew roses on the way,
And think no more of grief,
Short is the passing day,
Short-lived the summer leaf;
Short is our mortal span--
Then, ere the minutes die,
'Tis Wisdom's wisest plan
To gild them as they fly:
The present only is our own,
The future dark, and all unknown.

[Despite the words it actually has a light and upbeat tune. It's actually a drinking song they probably heard from Pinako when they were much younger.

She pauses, waiting to see if Ed recalls the rest. She finds that next stanza rather uplifting]

[audio]

[saintedsinner]

-=There's a sound as she sings. Something that indicates amusement and he goes into the next verse without a problem.=-

Then, O give Grief and Care,
O give them to the blast,
And make the present fair
And brighter than the past!
And make the glasses ring,
As ye quaff the cheering wine,
And a merry chorus sing,
Beneath the clustering vine.--
Sorrow will sink, where Joy will swim;
Then fill the bicker to the brim.

[audio]

[endthiscycle]

[she laughs a little bit herself, and continues with the final stanza]

When underneath the stone
We sleep the final sleep,
We'll hear no more the tone
Of music's wildest sweep;
Nor hear the wine-cups meet
With tinkling sound of glee,
Nor the merry chorus sweet
Under the linden-tree:
Then let us, in the hope of Heaven,
Enjoy on earth what God has given!

Haha, Granny loved that one.

[audio]

[saintedsinner]

Yeah, she did! Watching us run around like banshees singing that...

-=He falls quiet for a moment.=-

We're setting up StarCatchers here, you know.

[audio]

[endthiscycle]

Star Catchers?

...Wow...is it really that time? Seems it came up so quickly...

[How nostalgic. When was the last time they all made them together?]

[audio]

[saintedsinner]

It's December here, so we're following Astring's cockamaymee calendar.