♜ und bist du nicht willig...

[sidherioghnach]

[Thunder is heard faintly in the distance, a low but steady rumble of approaching stormclouds. Those who look to the sky might see those very clouds, slowly edging closer to the town, though they are still a ways off

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[[ Audio ]] 1/4?

[timid_werewolf]

[Pause.]

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[timid_werewolf]

...

[Sharp intake of breath.]

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[timid_werewolf]

[In German, from inside the Inn.]

No... No!

[[ Audio ]] 4/4 | DONE :D

[timid_werewolf]

[Still in German; have a very frightened teenager.]

No...no way, this is not happening! There's no way that's real!

[Whimper.]

[[ Audio ]]

[toplay_thefool]

Aaron-kun - Aaron, what's going on?

[Because he can tell pretty easily it's nothing good.]

[[ Audio ]]

[timid_werewolf]

Those words...that...

[His voice drops to a hoarse, uncertain whisper.]

That poem is from a faerie tale back home...a story parents told their kids. My...my dad told it to me before when I was little.

[[ Audio ]]

[toplay_thefool]

[Aaand yep, he can put the rest together.]

What do we need to know about it?

[[ Voice ]]

[sunwell_eyes]

...

[He knows that voice. He knows that voice all too well, and it causes him to bolt upright, staring at the communicator for a moment in shock. He remembers all too well being kidnapped by him when sick, and it temporarily jolts the tiredness from his bones, as he moves to the corner of the home he shares with Thereth and Izuna.]