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04-19-2016, 05:59 PM
Lena I'm buried and covered peaceful under millions of stars
She hadn’t been the only one lured by lights and sound. Other maidens drifted in on the siren hues and exotic intricacies, and she smiled at all of them, offering places amidst the hot springs, charitable, delighted, enjoying the familiarity, the closeness peace and repose seemed to permit. In the space of moments they all yielded to camaraderie and girlishness, and despite not knowing several of them, the nymph paid her benevolence and good nature with aplomb, exploring well wishes, hopes, and dreams walled inside her quiet, content figure. “Hello!” The Mender continued, bobbing her head in time and laughing as they all gathered in springs and sonnets, taking pity on the lavender-maned mare and carefully, slowly, as if nothing had transpired at all, extending some healing strokes her way (a minute casting of gilded spells; working time and moments through a silly, nourishing wink and nothing more). “I’m Lena!” She hastened to those she didn’t know, attempting to configure names to faces – Fiachra, Elspeth, Eldala – and embracing the kinder notions of Rexanna’s introductions, of Frost Fyre’s wellness, of breathing easy in the wondrous atmosphere and merely enjoying the extent of peace. There were no fires, no embers, no disastrous moments recoiling in the midst. It was just them, delightful and few, but enough to register, recall, the notions and ways of tranquility. Not a single war plan needed to be discussed. No one was bleeding. No one had been snagged, snatched, or stolen from their midst. This was happiness and contentment, a shared prosperity between friends, new and old. The fairy chased those sentiments like they were stars, whispering and gliding on the heavens, beautiful and incandescent (because how frequently, how often, did they have moments to merely enjoy one another, to enjoy serenity?), bright and ebullient. Though naught seemed to transpire, though nothing seemed to flicker and ignite, the soothing, relaxing notion of it eased, coaxed, and nourished her usually restless heart (at this, Imogen smiled, and did nothing more). With a melody, with a harmony, with a mellifluous endeavor, her eyes glanced to each and every one, as if they all had a story to tell, as if they were all worthy of the greatest moments and the grandest victories. “What has everyone been up to?” [Wow I suck.] |
@Elspeth
