When the world says, "Give up,"
Hope whispers, "Try it one more time."
It seemed just a heartbeat ago that Neyaa had packed all of her belongings into one small bag and walked out of the door of a place she had come to call home. She stared at her worldly goods, packed and waiting. Why was it even more difficult this time? Was it because she was jumping before she was pushed? Would it really spare her the humiliation, leaving of her own accord? It was what everyone expected anyway, herself included, that she would be cast out into the cold. She had been held culpable for her fate anyway though it perplexed her so.
Nothing more had been said since the heated exchange of words, the silence was ominous, foreboding, almost menacing. Neyaa picked up her lute and wept as she played, she wept for all the mistakes that she had made and everything that she had lost, she wept for what had come to pass and for what was yet to come. She played as her tears sang the silent language of grief, tears that would water her soul..yet not a note that she played faltered or slipped.
Enough! Neyaa Sunngifu! even if it means you fail oh so miserably, give him a good fight all the same!
