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12-02-2012, 07:08 PM
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L E N A
Euphoria, splendid, resplendent, courted the lofting, lilting waves of Birdsong, woven so merrily into the threads of her heart. It caressed and emboldened, hastened and incensed, until a world, once of ice, desolation and melancholy, burst into a vivid array of color, touched upon her throat and left her breathless, speechless, reverent to the archaic whims of the ages. Home – it had been a word sullied by her family, torn away from her youth, reclaimed by the Edge’s beautiful cliffs, and then severed all over again. Hope, despair, aspirations, agony, and then illustrious renewal. But now, now with this cordial, welcoming, harpsichord rapture and reverie of mountains and snow, of valleys and lakes, she could murmur the term along her tongue again, taste the crisp, beautiful expression, committed, coveted the comment to another wonderful memory of loss and life. As her daggers touched upon its loam, delved, dipped and dived along its tender, wholesome grace, she grinned, an ebullient, buoyant conviction that told every emotion reeling in her lissome, lithe contortions, the arch of her dance, the soft, croon of her dulcet movements. Faith, belief, bliss, enchantments, the divine art of the caves, of the basin, of the aurora that would blossom and bloom from their limbs, from their toils, from their compassion and elation. She danced among the precious runes, scoured the plains of the abyss, and proclaimed honor along their newfound opulence – and then, heard the god (she’d seen two in the past few days, and each time it became more unnerving, more amazing), as he spoke of Mauja. Indisposed. Gone. Suddenly, she didn’t know what to feel, but that delusion of grandeur, that pull of happiness, and the reeling disappointment that for some reason, somehow…the ice sovereign would not be sharing in their benediction. Her eyes rested to the mare, Psyche, and wondered, just briefly, about where they would go from here. Her grin didn’t fade, her happiness didn’t lose its luster, but the query remained within, poised for another moment, another day.  |
