"Hear me, vast land
awakening from sleep!
And of my brothers and sisters,
numbered myriad
shining of the moon's glow
hear the white city's songs
remember, and hear
with perfect fulfillment, shine upon me
your love and your memory,
Faden, have you yet mastered your secrets, where have your thoughts turned, but from me?
To Faden, the song stirred a memory, of Sonata laughing lightly while listening to some puzzle explained. A wry and mischievous smile, but with love in her eyes.
Khalen-Het, what has become of your stern figure and thoughts?
To Khalen-Het, an unrepentant Sonata, sullen after some argument with Nieve, seeking his support as she complained.
Carolinus, are you still my loyal brother unchanged?
To Carolinus, a memory, of Sonata watching the training from the side, with Nieve and Fayruz. Though she feigned disinterest, there was a look of excitement when Carolinus won his duel.
Jongo, eldest sibling, what form do you wear, is it still joyous or now tear-stained?
To Jongo, a myriad of images, of pranks shared and traded, but mostly the exasperated look of admiration, when she was outdone by her elder brother.
Soreal, my free sister, where do you walk now, no longer the gardens of eternity?
To Soreal, the memories of sitting by the fountains as Sonata played her flute, coaxing the trees and flowers to the two in moment of natural harmony.
Lossethir, far brother, what songs of victory do you make now?
To Lossethir, a distant memory, of Sonata at a banquet, and meeting her eyes. A questioning look of concern, but hidden quickly by a smile and a passed moment.
The Weaver, named brother, do you still weave your visions truly?
To The Weaver, an admiring but childish Sonata tugging on his arm, begging him to weave another picture of Fayruz and her playing music together.
Kalandor, where have you wandered, is it beyond my ear and voice?
To Kalandor, an image of Sonata now, preparing for her own journey, standing upon the mountains and looking far off.
Rumel, over the hammer songs, can you hear me?
To Rumel, the drums of the symphony, played before Sonata as she winked slyly before her solo began.
Aramar, I cannot see you, but under the moon do you still walk?
To Aramar, a memory of the two looking down at the disk, guessing at the future.
Brandis, fair brother of joy, do you keep the memories of the white city strong?
To Brandis, a memory of the great parties and song in the banquet. Sonata sharing a moment of laughter.
Frellon, honorable brother, what songs are sung of you now?
To Frellon, a memory of Sonata demanding to place a wreath of flowers on his head before a practice fight. And then her loving laughter as Nieve chased Sonata from the room.
Haramhold, my brother, what new thing have you built today?
To Haramhold, a memory of Sonata's eyes in delight and wonder, as he showed her some new creation of his.
Shirvan, dear brother, does the confidence still burn in your eyes?
To Shirvan, a memory, of some fiery argument with Sonata, just reaching it's height, when a feeling of guilt is shared in their eyes.
Llassar, dear brother, do you still rest peacefully like those younger days?
To Llassar, the memory of quiet times and gentle flute music. A sister, playing happily while her brother relaxed among a bed of fallen autumn colors that danced to the song.
Avyra, my sister, what color is the moon from your eyes?
To Avyra, a distant memory of Sonata, playing by herself by the fountains, and looking lonely.
Dasque, dear sister, does your light bless these lands in father's place?
To Dasque, an image of Sonata cheering for her sister to not give up, when she was tired from battle practice.
Contragh, my brother, do you remember your proud ambitions?
To Contragh, a memory Sonata playing her flute passionately, chasing her own goals strongly.
Nieve, elder sister, what song do you dance to now, that our moon home is gone?
To Nieve, a nostalgic image of Sonata, for once looking guilty, and hugging Nieve as Fayruz looked on with approval. A song that smelled of spice and rain.
Fayruz, dearest sister, where are you? When will we be together again?
To Fayruz, uncounted memories, of those times playing music together in the fountains, of secret smiles at banquets, of silent times of sleeping together upon the grass, of too many memories to be counted.