Lazy Days
A/N: Celandine's POV. Enya's song, Lazy Days, from A Day Without Rain. Can any reader here speak Gaelic?
Lazy old day
Rolling away
Dreaming the day away
Don't want to go
Now that I'm in the flow
Crazy amazing day
Such a lot's happened since that pie landed on Brome's head - or was it Felldoh's? I can't remember. But before that, we just lounged around really, except for rehearsals and performances. Now we've got a purpose, fighting for freedom. We're the Fur and Freedom Fighters.
I don't know what I'd do without excitement. My life before this seemed dull, monotonous, except for moments like performing in the toad marshes…and Ballaw playing the wicked toad uncle.
One red balloon
Floats to the moon
Just let it fly away
I only know
That I'm longing to go
Back to my lazy day
I lie on my back and watch that magnificent bird. It's got scarlet plumage with a gold crest…beautiful. It's flying high, almost a pinprick. I can't be bothered coaxing it down. All I can think of is that I want to go back to the way it was.
And how it sings and how it sighs
And how it never stays
And how it rings and how it cries
And how it sails away
…away…away…The bird is singing now. Most creatures cannot sing nicely when they are moving quickly, but birds can. This one isn't still for a moment. I believe it even flies when it is asleep.
It rings a bell in my mind, reminding me of something…something that wants to be free. It cries out for freedom against hate, and fear, and horrid things like that. Then it is free, and it runs away…away…away…