Ninety-first Nail

[suitcaseofnails]

voice on
Ship.

Knives ship.

Speaks.

Little Plant nice.

Big Plant big.

Hum. Singing. Song.

...many keys?

[the sound of an organ getting hit repeatedly by someone not know what it was for, folloed by the thud as the computer hits the floor and a hiss as Elendira moves back fast]

NOISE!
/voice

Comments

[mildlyreckless.livejournal.com]

It sounded kinda like an organ.

[suitcaseofnails]

Piano? Organ? Music is noise.

[mildlyreckless.livejournal.com]

It sounds really pretty when someone who knows how to play it does it.

[suitcaseofnails]

You play it?

[mildlyreckless.livejournal.com]

No, I don't. Maybe we could find someone who can.

[suitcaseofnails]

Maybe. Yes.

[mildlyreckless.livejournal.com]

Are you doing okay today?

[suitcaseofnails]

Quiet. Soothing. Yes. Little Plant fine?

[mildlyreckless.livejournal.com]

I'm glad. Yes, I'm doing very well, thank you.

[suitcaseofnails]

Good. Be well, little Plant.

[mildlyreckless.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Elendira. You too.