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03-28-2016, 02:31 PM
The presence of another here has never really been welcome, anyway, the only company I truly like to have while here the soft babble of the brook and the play of the light through the glass above. While this girl, Sjal, as she describes herself, is not the most unpleasant of company, my eyes wandering across her at will as we talk, she brings up unpleasant thoughts. The sound of my name rolling from her lips is only partially as delightful as it usually is when spoken with feminine lilt, soured by the question which precedes it. The croon of her griffon covers, what I imagine anyway, to be the almost audible sound of my heart steeling itself against the story that rubs with jagged glass fingertips against its soft lining. With the swift grace that a clever mind provides, I pick out the sharpest pieces, leaving only the delightful portrait of a home coated in the dust of time. I can tell the story again. I have to. I believe too much in what was instilled within my heart there, and, no matter how much I dislike the feelings of weakness that overwhelm me at the touch of some of those memories, I miss the soft serenity of the mists, and the hum of the fireflies glinting through the air. It is good to occasionally walk our sanctums, if only in thought, isn’t it? Even mother can’t tarnish my memory of being a yearling newly crowned, wet, shivering, vastly over confident, finding his way through those behemoth trees. "It is called the Nightwalk, and it is many weeks walking," I reply, wondering if the story of a boy wandering so far will impress a girl who has wandered, herself, as it seems to impress all the other girls I’ve told it to, "but there is a herd there, of unicorns, mostly, who live in a forest of enormous trees, which, in the evenings, is so alive with fireflies that the stars envy its shine. The people there are warriors, and they fight for the redemption of this world, and those who betrayed it." It was a notion that was wonderful to me – to be a hero, a warrior with honor, and purpose, who fought for the goodness to be savored in the world. And, what better goodness was there than the salvation of our race, the unicorn, from the destruction wrought by the selfishness of so few? "And what of your adventures, Sjal?" I ask, using her name as she used mine, enjoying its short, rolling melody through the curve of a smile, "where did your heart lead you?" |
@Sjal
