<div align="center">Arya (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119572.msg5225355#msg5225355)<br/></div><br/><div align="center">(http://attachments.conceptart.org/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=237123&amp;stc=1&amp;d=1194758086)</div><br/><div align="center"><em>Meanwhile .. back in castle Hearstwhyle</em></div><br/>Arya (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119572.msg5225355#msg5225355) had been a captive of the strange abode for months now and not having exposure to moonlight or starlight for so long had taken its toll. Although she could feel the emotional pain of each and every creature in the castle, her nature should have been able to do so to the horizon, even if she was in the presense of another, healing hearts and emotional scars and even physical ones would take many hours in this state, when normally, in full health it could take merely one.  The overlord knew this also and in this debilitated state Arya had been forced to remain. The strange dream-angel needed fresh air to survive and halls that ran down lengths of the other captive's chambers was her cell. Although her silk blindfold prevented her seeing directly, she could still fathom the layout and details in the same manner bats could, for her own horns sensitive enough to vibrations a mental picture of her surroundings was as present as any insight from true sight could give. The blindfold could be dispensed with at night but not without risk for any torch or lantern sparked would cause extreme pain which would effectively render her truely blind with a splitting headache for longer than what gain doing so could warrant. As such the blindfold stayed firmly in place. As firmly as her own captivity.<br/><br/>Sobs of the inmates she longed to heal drowned out almost everything. If only she could get closer ... but that wasn't going to happen as on the sides of all cells closest to her not one but two gates separated the angel from the others. Keeping all close enough from her to fathom their form and hear their woes, close enough for them to hear her harping and her voice, but far too far away for her to ease their troubles in the manner her own nature longed to do. For selfish reasons strangely, for being so empathic made it impossible to be at peace while being so aware of others torment. This synchronousy of nature established peace on her world but this world which she had moved to do so held other values. This world valued ownership, control via the threads of more misery.<br/><br/>Her harp had played for so many hours her fingers bled. But tonight ... she still something left to give, something which just may help one find wonder in their hope. A prayer formed by ancient words which could not be spoken without singing, perhaps none would know them, but they shouldn't need to.. it was a prayer for a future without any needs, if sang properly the message was the feeling the sounds themselves would instill.  Once summoning the energy reserves to do so sing she did, with the voice of an angel.<br/><br/><div align="center">Delerium - Angelicus [Official Music Video] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqUb3L1IRYA#ws)</div>