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Sounds of the Season: (4) : This time of year, seasonal music is heavy in the air, and you’re never far from someone’s festive music. You won’t be surprised to hear many modern tracks, and an array of timeless or nostalgic songs as well. Somewhere along the way, though, you hear something different. Someone puts on an old holiday record; you might not recognize the music at all, but you have a sudden, powerful image of someone you ‘used to know’. It doesn’t feel like an illusion; you can see them, you can hear them, you can feel them. Maybe it’s someone you lost contact with in this life, maybe it’s an old friend you haven’t seen, maybe it’s someone your starseed knows but you’ve forgotten, maybe it was a ghost from another life, a memory engraved in your heart but brought to life for a brief moment–whoever it is, it’s someone important to you. Whether you know why, or not. The song is only a few moments long, but for the duration of the music, they’re real. And then, on the last note, they disappear. Whatever magic was on the record has faded; even if you hear the song again, your companion does not return.
Ria was glad it was Christmastime. The darkest time of the year, and yet, people decorated with bright lights, fending off the darkness and fear and depression with joy and hope and good vibes.
It also made it safer to walk home through the snow after work, which was always a plus. Ria had managed to get work as an usher at one of the local theaters for the holiday season, specifically the one for the Destiny City Symphony Orchestra, which was busy with concerts throughout December, and paid reasonably well. However, working in the entertainment industry often meant going home late at night, when the streets were less safe, and the shadows deeper, and the sidewalks less crowded if something went horribly wrong.
On the plus side, she got to hear some of the best music of the holiday season from top tier musicians and singers, and it was in a nice part of town, so it was still ultimately hard to go wrong with that combo.
On top of which, she was now a knight, so she could always beat monsters to death--or, rather, sparkly dust--with her boots and heels, so she wasn't exactly an easy mark for predators.
As she made her way home along the quiet, dark, snowy streets, enjoying the lights that hadn't yet been turned off, she picked out a faint tune being played from somewhere.
Huh. Odd. Mostly choral. Maybe someone was listening to a Gregorian choir or something?
Looking around, she couldn't pinpoint the source of the music, as a bowed stringed instrument replaced the voices, itself joined by a stringed instrument being plucked or strung. What...?
But she did see a young man sitting in the snow, relaxing, dressed in furs and shades of blue, with long golden hair bound into braids.
She didn't know him, but her heart ached to see him again.
Wait.
Again?
