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06-02-2016, 04:39 PM
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rhoa I WALK IN THE AIR, BETWEEN THE RAIN, THROUGH MYSELF & BACK AGAIN. To where? I don't know I feel breathless hope and a great deal of apprehension give way to a torrential feeling of relief as Kvasir - my son - takes the gift offered. He seems to genuinely like the charm and I can feel my body begin to sag with happiness. I don't know why I'm holding onto this feeling that my son will reject me as a parent ... perhaps it is because the thoughts of rejection lurked so near the surface when I was his age. But he doesn't. He accepts me and the things I bring him. "You are very welcome Kvasir." I say, my voice revealing some of the pride and happiness that I felt. As he speaks I listen intently. My ears flicker back slightly as he mentions needing to be careful due to the mists. I had never considered that his safety might be in jeopardy here. Was the danger really so wide? Did he even know how to fly, should he fall off? I swallowed hard. Clearly his mother would not be able to teach him that skill. It would be up to me. "No, no. The Throat is not all sand." I say with a warm smile, thinking fondly of my home. " There are large rocky canyons and other beautiful formations. There is also an inland lake - the Oasis, for drinking water and cooling off. It is very warm, but you get used to it." As he mentions visiting (seemingly no interest in moving), I bite the inside of my lip and force a smile. "Of course you can. The journey takes a few days, but we could do it together anytime you like. It is even faster when you fly. Have you learned to fly yet?" I look down at him, the memory of practicing flying with Ivezho bright and tangible in my mind. |
