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<blockquote data-quote="Boddynock" data-source="post: 2208599" data-attributes="member: 21506">Andarin returns as Clareh is explaining her find. Jauntily he steps forward and lays his hands on the surface of the sphere, eager to see the visions within. He is gripped by the panorama that unfolds and stands stock-still, taking it in.Speechless, he looks wide-eyed around the group, noting the response of the others to the vision of the crystal sphere, recognising the awesome nature of the shared experience.Then, finding his voice, he says huskily, &quot;I don't know about you, cutters, but I have never experienced anything like that.&quot; He remains silent for a time, his hands softly stroking the surface of the sphere.&quot;Who would have thought that creating a world would be such an intimate event, and yet so insignificant? Is that what the worlds are to their creators? A night's sleep, a dreaming, and then to awaken to a life one day older than it was before the world began?&quot;&quot;Insignificant, did I say? No, never that!&quot;&quot;Who could have imagined that we would be so tied to a whole creation? That we are responsible, not just for the song, but for the singers as well. What do we do now? Laugh? Mourn? ... Forget? Move on?&quot;&quot;Well, I for one will not forget. I will laugh and cry and stand in awe of what has happened here this night. And every song will be for our children ... and every sonnet will be for our world ... and every silence will be laced with remembering.&quot;&quot;Sell it? No, Clareh - unless Rhys insists on it. It's your world, blood, but it's our blood in your world - and there's the dark of it.&quot;He pauses again, one eyebrow quirked, before asking in a plaintive voice, &quot;But what do we do now? Lady's Grace! That's a hard act to follow.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Boddynock, post: 2208599, member: 21506"] Andarin returns as Clareh is explaining her find. Jauntily he steps forward and lays his hands on the surface of the sphere, eager to see the visions within. He is gripped by the panorama that unfolds and stands stock-still, taking it in. Speechless, he looks wide-eyed around the group, noting the response of the others to the vision of the crystal sphere, recognising the awesome nature of the shared experience. Then, finding his voice, he says huskily, "I don't know about you, cutters, but I have [B]never[/B] experienced anything like that." He remains silent for a time, his hands softly stroking the surface of the sphere. "Who would have thought that creating a world would be such an intimate event, and yet so insignificant? Is that what the worlds are to their creators? A night's sleep, a dreaming, and then to awaken to a life one day older than it was before the world began?" "Insignificant, did I say? No, never that!" "Who could have imagined that we would be so tied to a whole creation? That we are responsible, not just for the song, but for the singers as well. What do we do now? Laugh? Mourn? ... Forget? Move on?" "Well, I for one will not forget. I will laugh and cry and stand in awe of what has happened here this night. And every song will be for our children ... and every sonnet will be for our world ... and every silence will be laced with remembering." "Sell it? No, Clareh - unless Rhys insists on it. It's your world, blood, but it's our blood in your world - and there's the dark of it." He pauses again, one eyebrow quirked, before asking in a plaintive voice, "But what [B]do[/B] we do now? Lady's Grace! That's a hard act to follow." [/QUOTE]

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