Love Everlasting

She smiled, glad to see the goddess so pleased by her sons’ work. It made her very proud in a way – her children had such capacity for thoughtfulness and love, even at their young age, that she could be nothing but grateful to call them hers. But Safrin’s next words were a bit admonishing, and Roana looked down as if she were a chided child herself. By comparison to the goddess, she certainly was nothing more than a child. ”I…I am truly sorry for my behavior and questioning that day. It was out of line. Is there anything I might do to make it up to you?” she asked, feeling embarrassed and responsible to fix her mistake, if it were even possible. Some insults were too deep to repair. At once she held out her hand, gently holding the goddess’s hand in hers. She nodded and closed her bright blue eyes, bringing Brahm to her mind’s eye. The image was as detailed as Ludo’s illusions. It was more than just the perfect memory of his appearance. It was the sound of his voice, his scent, the feel of his hands across her skin, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed – booming and jovial – his incredible strength, but gentle tenderness, how everything he did he did so fully and in grandiose fashion. He felt big, talked loud, fought and worked hard, his very presence so immense that were it a star it would most certainly be a sun of such size and brightness he would make the one they knew jealous. All this is pictured and concentrated on with such clarity of vision that one would think she had saw him but moments before. roana The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone