Video; early April (Harps)

[wolvering]

[Pod appears over the lockets pale as anything, with dark circles around her eyes, and panic written over her features. Given that not even a breath into the broadcast, she clamps her hands over her ears with a high-pitched, desperate sound, it’s not hard to guess what she’s hearing. Why she’s so frightened on the other hand—]

I’m going mad. Make it stop! It can’t— I can’t—

[A wolverine makes an appearance, whining and licking industriously at her tear-streaked face. It seems to calm her slightly.]

Please, someone tell me that a spirit cannot have come here. The harp. Gull. His evil; I was right in the thick of it. Kerras preserve us, what if Gull has come to Drabwurld, using me?

The music is making everyone… Oh Gifnu’s hells, I’ve damned us all.

Just— Ware the harp. Dragonfire will cleanse it. Ware the harp.

[And just like that, the image clicks off.]