Narina Hollow Song

Narinas song

We do not know where Narina Sleeps. The villagers across Aeloria sing songs in her name. They whisper around campfires of her sweet, blessed help. The Children run home heralding new words from the wind. There are so many stories spun by folks all around, but what’s her true story? Where is she bound?

A Song heard in passing a lovely mouse maid, while traveling the dirt paths of sweet Mosswood.

“For what is that voice a singing?

Can there be rhymes with wings buzzing?

Footprints lead the way ore the ferns no more.

Pages of rhymes fall like autumn leaves to the forest floor.

The book is opened. But where has the writer gone?

The quill and the ink had disappeared along with the voice beyond.

Oh where, oh where is the poet that sang her rhymes so sweet?

Her voice was spirited away, lost in the throng of the cicada's wings.

Summer passes, autumn is nigh and the cicadas no longer sing

She is gone and the blank pages wait.

Will she come back in the spring where the Cicadas song wakes?”