doodle: orange sky

[kasihya]

I was listening to "Orange Sky" by Alexei Murdoch, and I wanted to write something, and then I realized it's basically the perfect song for the Novel. And I wanted to write something for it, but I've got to actually pick up where I left off, so in the meantime, I did a doodle from the happy alternate universe where Taran gets to the capital city in time and no one dies except for Siaras.

Taran falls asleep on the floor of the palace, with mud matting his hair, too exhausted to take notice. Beside him, he can feel Neirin, sitting close, his back against the wall. Tanwen walks past as Taran is drifting off to sleep, stops to murmur to Neirin in a low voice. Neirin responds in the same tone. In the warm, fuzzy haze preceding sleep, Taran is dimly pleased by the sound of his voice. He reaches out a hand from where it is curled against his chest, reaches out until he catches the fabric of Neirin’s clothing. A hand comes to rest on his shoulder, fingers curled, and Taran hums to himself before a final wave of exhaustion sinks into his bones, and sleep envelopes him.

Or maybe this is the part after he is mortally wounded defeating Siaras, and he doesn't wake up after this ... I think the sentiment would still be the same.

It's been way too long since I wrote anything for this story.