verse four is audio

[allsongs]

[a little night music, Exsilium?

this feed comes within the midst of some, with Simmaeri idly grazing her fingers across the face of the tablet. she's taken to song while she waits for some sound – more fresh voices from the machine. but it's rather late (say, 2am? shush i can forward date if i want), so there's few stirring.

those who do have the network open can hear, though. some foreign song with foreign words, somehow conveying something about silver ladies and faraway cages...sleeping kings and a girl on fire (who isn't alicia keys). slow and soft, rather sad.

it tapers now and then to a humming refrain, the last of which ebbing to quiet with the end of the song.]

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[falsehoods]

I have the seen the skies of many worlds. I have seen the passing of many peoples.

[He avoids mentioning Asgard or anything else too specific but there is pride in his croaking voice as reminisces. Loki enjoys any opportunity to talk, even if he considers most beings unworthy of his company.]

The very clouds themselves are my home.

[allsongs]

Are the clouds where you take your rest?

[there's the faintest note of amusement in her question, folding her hands in her lap as she readjusts, sitting forward to better give her attentions to the little bird on the ground at her feet.]

You are a different sort of bird.

[falsehoods]

[His head twists to the side, giving her an inquisitive look.]

I am a magpie. Why should I be anything else?

[allsongs]

All of your breed speak in this way? I know of only so few... [as she leans she, rests her chin in a hand.] And of those, some were never truly birds at all.

[falsehoods]

[He lifts his wings out]

Perhaps you simply have never met a bird as well educated as I! For if I were not a bird, what would I be?

[allsongs]

I know of gods who slip into the skins of many things. [her head tilts a little, squinting her eyes a moment.] Stories of many. Some true, some only some of the truth.

[falsehoods]

[If a magpie can ever seem intrigued, this one now does!]

Do you think me a god?

[allsongs]

Perhaps. [it's a light, airy note, her mouth quirked.] But I cannot think of what a god would need of me, can you?

[falsehoods]

Neither gods nor magpies are above simple curiosity.

[allsongs]

No? [she sits back slightly, folding her hands anew.] Rarely have I thought to compare the two.

[falsehoods]

Because you are not a magpie

[He caws out a rattling sound that might be laughter.>

[allsongs]

[she squints at that, giving a hum.]

And are you, or aren't you?