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“I must say, my brain is quite fooled to see you as my sister,” Lyal said, sidling alongside me with his mottled gray horse snickering at him. “It fills me with such a mixture of joy, sadness, and regret that I find I cannot express!”

“He means you looked better before,” Kalen replied thinly, looking particularly sour in a simple tunic emblazoned with the shield of Saerfen: a golden star upon a stylized book.

“Oho, my clever manservant, such is not my intention at all!” Lyal replied rather quickly, flashing me his smile that blinded me like the FluoroBrites that lined the walls of Libera 52. “I only mean to convey my regret over the fact that I cannot behold Lady Solmacia without betraying utterly the good graces of my sister.”

“The struggle surely pierces the heart quite utterly,” Kalen muttered.

“And it surely pierces me to interrupt this fascinating discourse,” Lina said rather measuredly, “but unless my far-superior vision is mistaken, it would seem to me that the city is at hand.”


One of These Days - Original Song by Caitlin Pequignot

Violin/Vocals: Caitlin

Uke/Vocals: Madeleine

Thanks to Madeleine for making this song complete! <3


snow day—by me

white, like the weight of the snow
i reckon you know
how i long for the sun to bring light to the wind and the gray
how i long to be with you close on this snow day

it’s a mystery to me
why we can’t have what we need
but they say even snowflakes are infinite in their own way
still i pray we’d as infinite stay on this snow day

bury me gently, freeze me down
tell me there’s more to the sky and the ground
carry me home, carry me home

white like the weight of the snow
you can bet that i know
how you long for the sun to bring light to the sighs on your face
how you long to be with me close on this snow day

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violin loop/vocal cover

beautiful things, orig. by gungor

by me, caitlin pequignot (anchorage)


equipment: boss rc-30 loop pedal, blue microphones yeti, audiotechnica at-50s, the band violin pickup, logic studio, and a really old violin.

the nature of the curse

very little is light and rainbows

air and flight

most is dragged down drudgingly

by the weights that took up space in

the closets of your vacant

child’s mind, fracturing your

wings’ design.

shrouds of mourning collect in corners

the clothes that no longer fit, overflowing

at the seams.

what am i without the exoskeleton

accumulating, seething,

rendering me earth-bound even on a

windy day?

the designs indeed are blurred to me

but i will follow their traces, and the wind

and they will slowly, slowly


looped violin comes in like a wrecking ball

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carven out

tears steam

hot burning deep into sickened


the spiritual moves chemical passions into

downregulated death.

this life is passing shadow

but i still feel the cold.