by Nyakuni » Sat Mar 02, 2019 6:59 am
Who are you trying out for? Van!
Username: Nyakuni
New Name: Van
(Optional)Gender: F
Something they will never give up on:
"Come, Tash!" Van called, turning with a huff and a lash of her tail. The music sang through her paws, pressed into her fur, twisting about them like a lover only to pull away, demanding a chase lest Van lose track of the source completely. Behind Van, too far behind, Tash panted and drooped under the burden of nothing but her own sluggish weight.
"Too slow, Tash! We'll lose it!" Van insisted, urgency turning the plea into a whine.
Tash's eyes darted in wide arcs, not so much rolling as searching every direction for something to say that wasn't as clearly irritated as she was. Failing that, Tash dropped herself from her weary paws and began to soothe away the aches she felt in each pad with her tongue.
"Just- just wait, will you? You make up new melodies all the time, what does it matter if you catch this one?" Tash prickled at her sister's usual whimsy. The two of them were forever getting into trouble over the silliest stunts, and it always seemed to be because of some strange sound Van was too preoccupied with for her own good, which was unfair when Van was years her senior and Tash always had to play keeper. Tash would have liked nothing better than for Van to go deaf, or give up the odd hobby all together, but Van would chase that silly dream to the ends of the earth and beyond, even after it killed her. Which wouldn't be too far off if she kept running off like this. "It's dangerous to go alone, and I'm tired, Van. Let's just go home."
Van's jaw clenched slowly around the words of protest and argument. She never won that way. Words were Tash's domain. Van had only ever been good with evoking the subtle and hidden meanings of sound. She had never managed to marshall those sounds into anything like what her family and friends considered coherent or - heaven forbid - reasonable. Even as Tash tried to reel her in, each dull, logical and inescapable truth pained Van. Meanwhile, even now, the delightful sounds that made her want to move and raise her own voice were making their last attempts to seduce her away, tickling her ears with a promise that she had sought hope of her whole life: she was not alone. Each step toward her sister and away from that promise was harder than all the ones she had taken before hearing it, but she took them anyway. One at a time.
Van laid herself next to her sister and helped manage Tash's more tangible pain. She might have flung herself after that music without a second thought, but she was not so callous as to leave her sister so far from home on her own. Besides. She might not have been able to find the music-maker, but now she knew it was out there. Someone or something else felt it too, and she was not really alone anymore. She might have to wait a long time again before she heard that promise repeated, but next time she would be ready. And until then, Van had a catchy little tune to carry her forward and buoy her up against those that might try to bring her music down.
