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08-24-2015, 08:01 PM
To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars Silence in the meadow. No shouts broke the night; no voices save the voice of the wind as it whispered through the grass and the thistle. Above, the moon held court in the sky surrounded by her banner of stars. On this crisp and cloudless night they danced and shined their hardest but could never surpass her brilliancy. So bright was the celestial hoard that it seemed they should have sang out an anthem glory but as always they were hushed. The faerie girl was silent too. Any who knew her would think that strange, but there was no song for her to sing when her heart was joyless. She stood alone in the soft sweep of the meadow with her eyes lifted to the moon. Aisling thought not of how beautiful it was, as she once would have, but of how cold if looked, how far away. Across that distance its light set her pale frame glowing against the purple birdsong swathe, but she did not laugh or play or sing out to the stars for they were not the cheerful company they once had been. She’d been alone before but never lonely. A year past since she had set out from home and she had always kept good cheer but the winter had taken that from her. It had been cold and empty and left her feeling much the same and spring had yet to works its magic. Day after day she wandered, and with no distractions the little mare’s disappointment had fed off itself and run away from her control; and what a disappointment Helovia was… No sooner had she made friends then they had gone. Kvothe and Finn and the promise of a family in their troupe of travelers had been so sweet but it had been months since she’d seen hide or hair of either. She’d thought herself a gypsy, a wanderer and had done so well when the weather was fair, but when summer had faded and winter’s grip closed she’d had no shelter from the cold, so laughs and smiles to warm her. And now the little singer had no song, only the pale moon and far-away stars. “.” |
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
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