[Alcuin does not stop Singing for a long time. Even if Jean only listens with half a mind while speaking to others, so long as he can "hear" the Song, its effect will hold.]
[One can almost track the course of a day at sea, the sun slowly following its arc through the sky, through the minute key changes and shifting tempos. There are places where it is obvious that he is switching between parts, trying to meld it into a cohesive whole, but still the magic maintains its effect. The sun sinks toward the horizon, tinting the sea with the colors of fire, and then slips beneath the horizon as everything fades to the blending of calming blues and purples deepening to black as the waves wash slow and even upon the shore.]
[By now it has been more than an hour since he began it, and despite his familiarity and long practice, Alcuin's voice is grown tired and rough around the edges. He draws it to a close and lets the livestream turn back into a telepathic link.]
The effect will fade over time, but for now I hope it has brought you a little peace, my friend.
[Private]
[One can almost track the course of a day at sea, the sun slowly following its arc through the sky, through the minute key changes and shifting tempos. There are places where it is obvious that he is switching between parts, trying to meld it into a cohesive whole, but still the magic maintains its effect. The sun sinks toward the horizon, tinting the sea with the colors of fire, and then slips beneath the horizon as everything fades to the blending of calming blues and purples deepening to black as the waves wash slow and even upon the shore.]
[By now it has been more than an hour since he began it, and despite his familiarity and long practice, Alcuin's voice is grown tired and rough around the edges. He draws it to a close and lets the livestream turn back into a telepathic link.]
The effect will fade over time, but for now I hope it has brought you a little peace, my friend.