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Rhoa
As the cerndyr begins to glow I feel unimaginably useless. The one thing I had was my glowing wings. Sure, Ivezho's whole body glows and Father is always on fire, but at least I had this. I was supposed to be the light in this darkness, I was going to the illiminator. Now I don't even have that. I realize I've been staring at the points of light coming from the Cerndyr, but as I pull my gaze away I am blinded. White spots dance and swim through my vision making it impossible to see anything. I bite my tongue to keep from screaming my extreme frustration, I've become rather good at holding my feelings inside. Father would be proud I think bitterly.
"Oh good." I manage to mumble, blinking stupidly and turning down the dark corridor.
My lips move as a mime silent conversations I'm having with myself. If they aren't afraid of monsters and have their own light source why are they even with me? Why don't they just go and have some great adventure all on their own. I'm sure I'm just holding them back. But they are coming with me. Maybe that's something. The bigger boy makes a joke, and I can't help but smile. I don't want to, and the feeling of relief and amusement that forces itself inside of me is bittersweet. "Hah. Okay. Deal. I'm Rhoa by the way. So why are you down here?" I asked slightly more confidently, easing into the conversation.
As we walk, I let my wings hang open casting a warming light onto the reflective walls of the cave. It isn't as bright as the cerndyr, but I'm trying to let that go. Just because my light isn't as bright doesn't mean I'm not contributing right? I certainly hope so, because this is basically a metaphor for my whole entire life at the moment. I am not as strong as Father, or as wise as Mother. Ivezho's magic is larger than mine, but I am trying. I am contributing. That counts doesn't it?
I look at the walls, knowing nothing about their origin or composition. In the Throat we have nothing like this at all. I know about sand and irrigation but ... these sorts of organic structures are completely alien to me. "How do these caves even form?" I ask aloud, although I'm not really expecting an answer. Rather naively and ignorantly I assume that Alderic has roughly the same body of knowledge that I do.
"Oh good." I manage to mumble, blinking stupidly and turning down the dark corridor.
My lips move as a mime silent conversations I'm having with myself. If they aren't afraid of monsters and have their own light source why are they even with me? Why don't they just go and have some great adventure all on their own. I'm sure I'm just holding them back. But they are coming with me. Maybe that's something. The bigger boy makes a joke, and I can't help but smile. I don't want to, and the feeling of relief and amusement that forces itself inside of me is bittersweet. "Hah. Okay. Deal. I'm Rhoa by the way. So why are you down here?" I asked slightly more confidently, easing into the conversation.
As we walk, I let my wings hang open casting a warming light onto the reflective walls of the cave. It isn't as bright as the cerndyr, but I'm trying to let that go. Just because my light isn't as bright doesn't mean I'm not contributing right? I certainly hope so, because this is basically a metaphor for my whole entire life at the moment. I am not as strong as Father, or as wise as Mother. Ivezho's magic is larger than mine, but I am trying. I am contributing. That counts doesn't it?
I look at the walls, knowing nothing about their origin or composition. In the Throat we have nothing like this at all. I know about sand and irrigation but ... these sorts of organic structures are completely alien to me. "How do these caves even form?" I ask aloud, although I'm not really expecting an answer. Rather naively and ignorantly I assume that Alderic has roughly the same body of knowledge that I do.
