[It's an idle question, because in no time at all it is answered. In its form the song is familiar-- one often heard inside the tent, throughout his life, filling the little town they'd been brought to when the Ritual began. There's a nostalgia that makes Grimm feel grateful for his new life even more; one that was truly his own, instead of another vessel for the Nightmare's Heart.
It wasn't long before he was moving in familiar steps-- only a few, here and there, as he swayed to the tune. He felt like he wanted to dance, more than he ever did before, and while Brumm's music was had never fallen short before, there was something about the way he played now that made him want to even more. It was more than a performance piece, or atmosphere, or even something for the Ritual. It sounded like a celebration, or maybe that was Grimm's own good mood? No, no-- it as impossible to mistake Brumm's tunes for anything else.
For some time he just listens; sways, and enjoys. But eventually, he finally looks at Brumm again, still smiling, but this time with a simply joy, like before they'd ever had to worry about the next Ritual.]
Is this what you found out there, while you were wandering away from our eyes? It's magnificent...!
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[It's an idle question, because in no time at all it is answered. In its form the song is familiar-- one often heard inside the tent, throughout his life, filling the little town they'd been brought to when the Ritual began. There's a nostalgia that makes Grimm feel grateful for his new life even more; one that was truly his own, instead of another vessel for the Nightmare's Heart.
It wasn't long before he was moving in familiar steps-- only a few, here and there, as he swayed to the tune. He felt like he wanted to dance, more than he ever did before, and while Brumm's music was had never fallen short before, there was something about the way he played now that made him want to even more. It was more than a performance piece, or atmosphere, or even something for the Ritual. It sounded like a celebration, or maybe that was Grimm's own good mood? No, no-- it as impossible to mistake Brumm's tunes for anything else.
For some time he just listens; sways, and enjoys. But eventually, he finally looks at Brumm again, still smiling, but this time with a simply joy, like before they'd ever had to worry about the next Ritual.]
Is this what you found out there, while you were wandering away from our eyes? It's magnificent...!