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12-15-2014, 11:33 PM
The air was thick, my mind is full. I turned to the hills one clear morning, already having decided to take leave for the remainder of today. Without looking back myself and two avians in tow traveled to a valley shrouded by silver mist; one of Helovia's highest elevations. Yar, tis in that meadow I would come for prayer, mediation, and reflection. There was need for such silence in my soul today. Daggers brushed earth, spreading gold in their wake. The fragment turf swayed, the soft spring blades danced a duet with each breath of air; a calming hue that was sweet upon my palate. Silently, I walked the edge for a little. Below my miniscule frame, the cliff face is cloaked with clouds that successfully obscure my vision to lower laying lands. Beyond that the pale shade spreads into a sea. A little later I'd begun my approach toward the heart. There was no particular hurry. An active mind kept this pace at a crawl. I slipped backwards in time to visions of moments and emotions of things long since past. It was upon this slice of land that I'd been brought to knees in prayer many a time. On yon scrap of turf I'd bonded with Fina and rescued a dappled girl from her troubles. Memories. A powerful thing. Much of mine are joyful, and for those moments I was thankful. Though today wasn't only about the past, I was thinking toward my future. The endless possibilities that were presented. How might I seize them? Now that there was a chance to heal. |
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