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Since her time coming to the Edge, Ravel had taken to weaving between the trees of the forest as if pacing, absentmindedly waiting for the arrival of her brother. As the days continued, however, the ritual seemed to blend into more calculated weaving, as if memorizing the forest. When she was capable of quieting her mind, she tried to teach herself the intricate patterns and where the thickest groves sat, where the clusters of roots lived. In time perhaps she could move somewhat gracefully between the trees, but during that Tallsun she still struggled. With everything. Sorrow, though more often than not unwelcome, was becoming a frequent visitor and yet she still felt so very lonely at times. Her heart ached constantly, and she had a quiet fear that she would never be the same.
She often contemplated her purpose. What if he didn’t come for her? What if it was just her, there, and that is all she would be? What would she do then? What good could she do there, hiding at the edge of the world? How long was too long to wait for him? He’d told her not to seek him out, but would she have any choice? It was a curse, after all…
The King’s voice was loud in her ears, silenced her thoughts. Long, slender legs wove her in and out of the trees, blind eyes unblinking. She moved at a brisk walk until she drew near. She slowed, taking tender steps as she heard the words of Alysanne. Although she thought she felt the presence of others, it was eerily quiet, and she kept quite a bit of distance between them and herself.
In that moment, she still felt the weight of loneliness and the lingering kiss of her unwanted companion, sorrow.
She often contemplated her purpose. What if he didn’t come for her? What if it was just her, there, and that is all she would be? What would she do then? What good could she do there, hiding at the edge of the world? How long was too long to wait for him? He’d told her not to seek him out, but would she have any choice? It was a curse, after all…
The King’s voice was loud in her ears, silenced her thoughts. Long, slender legs wove her in and out of the trees, blind eyes unblinking. She moved at a brisk walk until she drew near. She slowed, taking tender steps as she heard the words of Alysanne. Although she thought she felt the presence of others, it was eerily quiet, and she kept quite a bit of distance between them and herself.
In that moment, she still felt the weight of loneliness and the lingering kiss of her unwanted companion, sorrow.
★ harm her if it pleases you, but death is not ready for her yet
