Ashimasi, accounted for (DOMS Act:0 Song:3)

Cyberscroller

Namira

Cyberscroller

musical, opera, stage play, dark folk, fantasy

[INTRO]
[SFX: Quill scratching + morin khuur harmonic swell]
[Whispered murmurings and crowd noise]

SCRIBE (baritone):
"Ashimasi!
Daughter of Hasamsi,
Make yourself known. Ashimasi!"

[Bugle tone fades into Verse 1]

[VERSE 1]

ASHIMASI (female mezzo, young, nervous):
"By Hasamsi, I, uh, became among our people,
Ashimasi I'll answer to, Velothi rust cycles our line
Great is the weight born down, my family endures
Last of them, now before you,
note the strikes, account for what's still
Mete out duty plainly, (Ashimasi swallows nervously)

(Scribe finishing her quotation)
Our line can yet bear it! By will of three
I am this one, what lifts up generations'"

ASHIMASI (whispered aside, near mic, almost breathless):
(what may close my sky...)

SCRIBE (chant under last line, monotone):
"Very well, you still walk among us,
Looking to record, indeed yours is venerable line
And so too, I see, your burden follows you.
Three forms of ancestor ash,
equal to parts of those desert you this season,
Mother - father - brother, a Guar-weight tithing.
Good that 'you' are left here,
I see it on you even as some miss it,
Azura favors you, will not leave you unearning into ruin,
Mephala girds your tether, her will preserves one could still weave web,
Destroyer marks you, who begrudges not trial,
even as stones heap opposite your side."

[Low brass swells on last beat, muted]

[CHORUS 1 — Mezzo Lifts to G4–A4, Resonant Mix]

ASHIMASI:
"Three guide our line, even the struck now will carry on,
Role laid before, no way but ahead us.
(Ashimasi!)

PHANTOM BROTHER
She will reckon this tithe,
Sinew woven as strongly, will not shirk its due,
Guar-tithe upon she, will sledge, sling, and parcel
Ancestor ash, what waits in Traitor Fool's vessel."

(Dynamic: mezzo mix, rounded vowels, slight crescendo into next line)

Ashimasi (antiphonal punctuations reading scribe's instruction):
"Here scribed! Ashimasi, daughter of Hasamsi does her duty!
Take up the materials a'left, build your sleigh and wrap well the banding.
Humbler weights than yours, may slip their wrest."

"Noble to bear it, fate is so weighted
Trial-born sprouts grow strongest, whatever its season
Green-years breed weaklings, good are forced to strive
By ancestors we learned this,
to carve out your due, first sharpen yore-knife,

(Disembodied voice (Boethiah perhaps?))

chitin is sharpest, when bred amidst strife."

[Music falls to almost silence] (Ashimasi acquires materials and returns to her yurt)

[In hushed tones , with soft strings punctuating phrasing]

(ASHIMASI sings, quietly)

"Parasol stakes, and netch make tethers,
Which bind this sleigh, as we are together,

(PHANTOM BROTHER):

Would some other remained here, to hold the lash taut beside,
Would just, could hear, phantom voice subside,
returned its timbre life, but in fleeting.
Still waver-mind, bear out my due,
Few seasons more and all it's through, 
Ancestor peace restored, our names esteemed,
Better then, than what all dreamed!
In that time, there will be a place,
For our line to rise, with first free
Not rootbound branches."

(Strings bloom here; brass breathes underneath.)

(ASHIMASI, still apparently alone sings quietly impassioned)

"When they'll see her, unbound line mother,
immune to the smother, of generation stench waft
then still with same name will they call her? 
redeemed from kin-sunder, tow-er of fate 
then they'll still whisper? Ashimasi?
Still what of their meaning?
still, what will she be?
Do they then know...?
Do they know that she's there?
Can they tell to her — truly?
What shape does she wear?
Do they see... that she's me?
Will they know all along then, 'I' was Never-there!"

(Outro: frame drum stops, low brass fades, cello tremor holds until silence.)

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[INTRO] [SFX: Quill scratching + morin khuur harmonic swell] [Whispered murmurings and crowd noise] SCRIBE (baritone): "Ashimasi! Daughter of Hasamsi, Make yourself known. Ashimasi!" [Bugle tone fades into Verse 1] [VERSE 1] ASHIMASI (female mezzo, young, nervous): "By Hasamsi, I, uh, became among our people, Ashimasi I'll answer to, Velothi rust cycles our line Great is the weight born down, my family endures Last of them, now before you, note the strikes, account for what's still Mete out duty plainly, (Ashimasi swallows nervously) (Scribe finishing her quotation) Our line can yet bear it! By will of three I am this one, what lifts up generations'" ASHIMASI (whispered aside, near mic, almost breathless): (what may close my sky...) SCRIBE (chant under last line, monotone): "Very well, you still walk among us, Looking to record, indeed yours is venerable line And so too, I see, your burden follows you. Three forms of ancestor ash, equal to parts of those desert you this season, Mother - father - brother, a Guar-weight tithing. Good that 'you' are left here, I see it on you even as some miss it, Azura favors you, will not leave you unearning into ruin, Mephala girds your tether, her will preserves one could still weave web, Destroyer marks you, who begrudges not trial, even as stones heap opposite your side." [Low brass swells on last beat, muted] [CHORUS 1 — Mezzo Lifts to G4–A4, Resonant Mix] ASHIMASI: "Three guide our line, even the struck now will carry on, Role laid before, no way but ahead us. (Ashimasi!) PHANTOM BROTHER She will reckon this tithe, Sinew woven as strongly, will not shirk its due, Guar-tithe upon she, will sledge, sling, and parcel Ancestor ash, what waits in Traitor Fool's vessel." (Dynamic: mezzo mix, rounded vowels, slight crescendo into next line) Ashimasi (antiphonal punctuations reading scribe's instruction): "Here scribed! Ashimasi, daughter of Hasamsi does her duty! Take up the materials a'left, build your sleigh and wrap well the banding. Humbler weights than yours, may slip their wrest." "Noble to bear it, fate is so weighted Trial-born sprouts grow strongest, whatever its season Green-years breed weaklings, good are forced to strive By ancestors we learned this, to carve out your due, first sharpen yore-knife, (Disembodied voice (Boethiah perhaps?)) chitin is sharpest, when bred amidst strife." [Music falls to almost silence] (Ashimasi acquires materials and returns to her yurt) [In hushed tones , with soft strings punctuating phrasing] (ASHIMASI sings, quietly) "Parasol stakes, and netch make tethers, Which bind this sleigh, as we are together, (PHANTOM BROTHER): Would some other remained here, to hold the lash taut beside, Would just, could hear, phantom voice subside, returned its timbre life, but in fleeting. Still waver-mind, bear out my due, Few seasons more and all it's through, Ancestor peace restored, our names esteemed, Better then, than what all dreamed! In that time, there will be a place, For our line to rise, with first free Not rootbound branches." (Strings bloom here; brass breathes underneath.) (ASHIMASI, still apparently alone sings quietly impassioned) "When they'll see her, unbound line mother, immune to the smother, of generation stench waft then still with same name will they call her? redeemed from kin-sunder, tow-er of fate then they'll still whisper? Ashimasi? Still what of their meaning? still, what will she be? Do they then know...? Do they know that she's there? Can they tell to her — truly? What shape does she wear? Do they see... that she's me? Will they know all along then, 'I' was Never-there!" (Outro: frame drum stops, low brass fades, cello tremor holds until silence.)

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