[The Balladeer remains where he is, quietly listening to Peregrine's song even as she begins to walk away from him. It's natural to fade into the background when someone else starts singing. If they're going to tell their own story, then he's not necessary. He steps back into the shadows, away from the spotlight, and he waits until the scene calls for him again.
That's how it always was before. But this time, during the lull, he opens his mouth to sing - not for her, and not even really to her, but just because...he is.]
The space in the background of the scene, The shadows of the curtains, The smoke in the air. There's a silence that echoes, when no one's around... A place where hope would never grow. That was right, that was truth, that was home.
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That's how it always was before. But this time, during the lull, he opens his mouth to sing - not for her, and not even really to her, but just because...he is.]
The space in the background of the scene,
The shadows of the curtains,
The smoke in the air.
There's a silence that echoes, when no one's around...
A place where hope would never grow.
That was right, that was truth, that was home.