Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Aoede

Alright, I'm back after an impromptu (an unplanned) break last Wednesday.  I feel a bit like I'm coming to the end of the Aoede story.  The song is being written, nigh almost finished.  But there is one little thing I want to explore some more.

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As she was browsing through the bookshelves, Aoede paused.  She cocked her head like she was listening to something far away.  With a startled blink, she put away the book she'd been holding and went to find her sister. "Mneme, could you do me a favor?"

"Hm?"  The other Muse was paging through some archaic tome she'd found.

"I have to leave, but I'll be back tonight.  Could you buy this for me?  I'll pay you back tomorrow."

"What?  Oh, of course.  Just put it next to me."  Mneme glanced up, flashed a smile, and went back to her book.  There was a pile next her, so Aoede just placed it on top.  She walked out into the cool night air and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.  So.  Someone wanted to meet with her.  Aoede didn't know the reason, but she had a general idea of the where and the why.

It wasn't terribly far away, a distance she was comfortable walking.  No reason to expend unnecessary power on a fine night like this.  Aoede pulled her shawl a little more snugly around her and set off.  Her pace was leisurely.  The summons, for that was the best term for it, hadn't stated a time so she decided to go at her own pace.  Besides, it felt good to stretch her muscles, both physically and mentally.  The night had her composing random bits of poetry, fleeting and meaningless, but fun.

By the time some thirty minutes had passed, Aoede was standing in front of a small, non-corporate coffee shop. Chocolate Moon the sign read.  Just a small, chink-in-the-wall kind of place, but comfortable and warmer inside.  The rich scent of coffee billowed out as a customer, toting a bag of pastries and a cup of java, pushed open and held the door for her.  "Thank you," she said.  Going inside, Aoede breathed in, enjoying the aroma of fresh grounds.  A person near her cleared her throat and she turned around.

"Oh, hello Rhea."

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