Snippet #2693975

Babble

Much like an inflating balloon all tied up with rubber bands the pressure was unbearable.

He was being held back by the magic of the band, his power stifled in an unnatural fashion. This was nothing new, he was quite used to being restrained from accessing his nature. What was different was that it deafened him. It also blinded him and numbed him. His eyes were only a complimentary organ meant to enhance social interaction. He wasn't prepared to start using his eyes to observe things. That just didn't seem right.


His gaze laid low, his eyes half lidded as though he were fighting through a lack of sleep. He might of seen what the room looked like, or he might of not. There were instruments being tuned in the room. He had little care for that or anything at that moment. If his head were suddenly removed he'd barely register the event, that's how out of it he was.

Then he heard a strange sound. A stranger sound coming from behind the curtains. A string instrument, clearly. It's unusual qualities only barely settled past the aura of silence he had erected, the golden sound crushing as much sound as the ribbon would allow it to. It filled Babble with a sense of...

Uncertainty.

Because he couldn't help but consider the idea that his mind was being directly pried into with magic. The warlock did something similar back in the tower. It was on a Tuesday. The day before was a Tuesday as well. Strange.


"Well lady Chlorra its good to see you, however I must say you were not to be expected as of yet. Brother and I have yet to prepare for class today and I haven't even had my morning cap myself."

Was there a person talking? Where? When? Did it matter? He wasn't really cognizant of the meaning of her words. Sound was much quieter around him, like it was very easy to fall into silence. Babble couldn't even bring himself to look up from his feet. He looked empty, lost inside.