She just shakes her head, she doesn't know what he means. Quiet isn't bad, it isn't silent ever, the world has sound and life even in the darkest places.
"Does it matter? The whispers, the--greater? What does that mean? If the world is alive without the greater things you talk about, if it's beautiful and lovely without it, why do you need more? I don't get it--"
She shifts backwards, grabbing a piece of chalk and put sound in the world. The soft dull noise of the city is just that, dull and flat, using the side of the chalk to make a little cloud, the waves are highlight in white--splashing in lines that arc out in lines just barely there, the background noise of the world. The trees that same dull noise, the side of the chalk but in little halos around the trees. The line of a song--sweet and yet dangerous, is a wavering line of white. She adds more, the splashing of the beast in the shallows is undulating lines, the bark of a beast is spikes, flaring out. Then she grabs a pink, a green, starts outline the beasts in the bright pink, the plants in greens. Life.
When she's done, she slams the chalk down hard on the indigo figure, creating a smear of pink/green on it. Life.
"Why do you need more to things when the world is beautiful as it is? I don't get it, why do you need to add more color when the world is full of it. The world is ablaze with it!"
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"Does it matter? The whispers, the--greater? What does that mean? If the world is alive without the greater things you talk about, if it's beautiful and lovely without it, why do you need more? I don't get it--"
She shifts backwards, grabbing a piece of chalk and put sound in the world. The soft dull noise of the city is just that, dull and flat, using the side of the chalk to make a little cloud, the waves are highlight in white--splashing in lines that arc out in lines just barely there, the background noise of the world. The trees that same dull noise, the side of the chalk but in little halos around the trees. The line of a song--sweet and yet dangerous, is a wavering line of white. She adds more, the splashing of the beast in the shallows is undulating lines, the bark of a beast is spikes, flaring out. Then she grabs a pink, a green, starts outline the beasts in the bright pink, the plants in greens. Life.
When she's done, she slams the chalk down hard on the indigo figure, creating a smear of pink/green on it. Life.
"Why do you need more to things when the world is beautiful as it is? I don't get it, why do you need to add more color when the world is full of it. The world is ablaze with it!"