Aurelia
maybe that's enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity
perhaps wisdom is realizing how small I am, and unwise
perhaps wisdom is realizing how small I am, and unwise
Aurelia frowned in thought at Melita's own agreement, of moving on to this next life and shedding the old ones. But Melita's step quickened and Aurelia hurried up to stay near, not wanting to risk losing the person who was helping her find her way out. And then they were out, the sun peering down upon them as it hovered over the ocean. She'd remember carefully the things Melita had told her about these tunnels. That she should not return without a good reason... or without someone who knew them well.
A deity of the sun was an interesting concept. Aurelia cast her gaze towards their own sun, thinking about that for a moment. Was it that they believed the sun was a god, or did the sun have a god? Or maybe it was a mixture of the two, a symbiotic relationship between god and sun. But the longing in Melita's words made Aurelia's expression soften in empathy, brows and hands lowering as she looked back towards the other woman, towards her red, blazing hair.
A sun god suited Melita, not this weird spirit that tormented people with lost loved ones... or told someone to murder another. But Aurelia wouldn't speak on personal choices, having made plenty of her own that didn't exactly suit her.
Aurelia's eyes flashed with surprise. "What happened? Why did he want to do that?" she asked, confused but nonetheless interested with Melita's experience.
A deity of the sun was an interesting concept. Aurelia cast her gaze towards their own sun, thinking about that for a moment. Was it that they believed the sun was a god, or did the sun have a god? Or maybe it was a mixture of the two, a symbiotic relationship between god and sun. But the longing in Melita's words made Aurelia's expression soften in empathy, brows and hands lowering as she looked back towards the other woman, towards her red, blazing hair.
A sun god suited Melita, not this weird spirit that tormented people with lost loved ones... or told someone to murder another. But Aurelia wouldn't speak on personal choices, having made plenty of her own that didn't exactly suit her.
Aurelia's eyes flashed with surprise. "What happened? Why did he want to do that?" she asked, confused but nonetheless interested with Melita's experience.
and how far I have yet to go
