The Singing Sun

Spiral One - Mun

"Muuuuuuuun!"
Blurry pronunciation, an overly pleasant voice tone, and stomping footsteps. Someone's drunk.
"Oh, Muuuuuuuuuuuun!"
The crashing of the rough footsteps ceased in front of the door. Some equally obnoxiously clumsy knocks followed. Someone who's drunk and knows my name was either knocking or trying to beat down our door. That would be Sacrial, my somewhat-sister.

I yelled and scurried to the locked front door.
"I'm coming! For the sake of the light, you don't need to bash down the door every time you're drunk and the door's locked!"
The lock was undone and the door burst open. Two clawing arms lashed out and grasped me. A flurry of laughter-ridden kisses rained down on my face. Rial(Sacrial's nickname) then buried herself in my chest. The deep stench of alcohol pushed its way onto my nose.
"Rial. We had a promise. No more than 3 drink-nights per rotation. This is your ninth during the rotation of warmth."
"Awwww, did I upset you, Mun?"
Rial unburied herself back away, gave me a cutesy look with a half-twitching eyelid, and began once more to laugh hysterically. Her eyes were laughing too. That was rare.
"Mun, you're not gonna believe this. I was at my usual drinking place, right? And guess what I  found. An actual hearer! She wasn't in any blend-in disguises either! A damn hearer, fully dressed in that ridiculous all-white robe, was drinking there. Hypocrites, I  told you so."
Hypocrite. A bad word. That was a bad, bad word to come out of her mouth. Bad words led to destructively fluctuant mood swings. Rial was now mumbling under her breath. That much laughter must have tired her out.
"...hypocrites....."
Her eyes stopped laughing.
"...dark, dark hypocrites....."
Uh-oh.
"HYPOCRITES!"
Rial pulled away from me and pummeled her fists onto an adjacent structure. Consequent, full-blown punches crushed against the makeshift brick wall. The often crumbling wall was poorly put together, but it outperformed a fist in terms of sturdiness. Rial's hands began to bleed. Fist-sized half circles of blood were continuously painted onto the brick wall.
I thought to myself.
"I need to calm her down!"
I grabbed Rial by both her arms from behind to keep her from wearing down her fists to the bone. She shook violently in an attempt to free herself.
"Rial, Rial! You're going to break your hands! Calm down! Take a deep breath. Listen to my voice."
"Let me go! I'll kill you! I'LL  KILL YOU."
Rial, still restrained and thrashing within my grasps, began singing.

Alto de flames and the light
In grace of the one's might
Set fire to the dark
Amber, bark
Burn and cleanse

"Rial."

Boil the blood
Coat the mud
In soot mo then
Vu' uhn ze ta

Enraged lyrics filled the room. The song of flames, known to engulf all within its vicinity with purifying flames echoed from Rial.
"Rial, you're drunk and you're angry. Singing's not going to do anything."
Blun pin vhen
Ingra iigin vul
Her voice started to crack. What she was singing, now almost distorted to the point of crazed gibberish and howls, was now infused with greater rage and hatred.
"Rial, stop. Stop! Look at me."
I begged, then turned her around. Her eyes, teary, and ridden with absolute lunacy, fueled with the engine of alcohol, met mine. The crazed singing stopped.
"...Mun?"
I let go of her arms. She no longer tried to throw punches against the wall. I put my arms around her. Rial once more buried her head in me, except now she was weeping.
"Mun.....?"
Her voice trembled.
"It's okay, Rial. It's okay."
"Oh...oh, Mun... I'm sorry....I'm sorry...."
"It's not your fault. You're just drunk. Let's, oh, let's just get you to bed."
I took her by the shoulder and led her to her room. She lied on her bed and remained still.
"I'll wake you up after a half-spin. Take it easy."
"....okay...."
I walked back out of her room, walked into mine, and got in bed myself as well. Her song still rang inside my head. She tried, although in a drunken frenzy, to kill me. In that maddened moment, she wanted me dead. This was one of those spins, one of those spin when I wished I was drunk and clueless too. I closed my eyes. I needed rest. I needed some respite, and some time to forget what just happened, for probably now the hundredth time.