Snippet #987620

"Come then, don't fall behind," Roka called as they walked. He had placed a brown cloak around his armor, letting only his gold plated hands and collar visable from beneath its weathered cotton. He walked on trough the hills until the sun began to lower towards the hilled horizon. Roka's march did not pause as they continued. "Nearly there, are we?" Jove asked tiredly.

"Nearly, Sir Knight," Roka said with a smile as they continued on. "Why, are you spirits sore?"

"My soles sore more like it," Jove muttered. "Why? Do you have some concoction that raises spirits in your pack?"

"No I do not, but I've found song has a similar effect on the spirit," Roka said as they began to walk down another hill. And then, as if he was confident a song, a song well sung, could in fact raise their spirits, Roka began to sing gently.

"Oh suns that come again for all,
For all see its rising,
Suns can see the triumphs, falls, again.

Oh Sor your holy city shines,
Its heart devalued,
For the men who watch it lie, again.

Far north the god shunned Pahlies march,
Far north your Knights and armies march,
Far north your holy system gains,
All the while we have them... to blame.

Oh march on Legions of the blade,
Your swiftly falling,
With the whole empire as your... weight."

"Poem for a Legion Girl," Tailor whispered as they walked.

"Cleary," Jove replied unamused.

"No, sir Knight, that's the title, Poem for a Legion Girl," Roka explained. "When we marched on Kiris during the war with Neah, they say the Neahians sang it to the troops that marched through the icy capital. The story goes a Neahian villager fell in love with a Legion girl when they took his village. He went on a grand adventure through the icy world, meeting many friends and foes in the process, but always remembering his Legion girl. He came to the city at long last and found that the Neahians were discouraging the war and the Sorillian Legionaries. In response the boy began to sing his poem, and soon the streets joined him. I've taken that song as a personal anthem of sorts."

"Have you ever been to Kiris, Commander?" Jove asked.

Roka glanced down at the question. "Yes, Sir Knight. Indeed I have."

"What about Neah?" Oseal asked, lighting a small brown cigarette as the sky above them became darker and darker.

"No, never Neah," Roka replied. "Lets move on. We're nearly there."