I'll leave my love hidden in the sun
Blue wings were wrapping around her heart, gentle and soothing. Never had the girl denied the dragon its nature. Nor would he fault her for the softness that made her want to weep for the beautiful creatures, now rent apart in the snow. Lives ended.
Death is part of life, my sweet.
Her hands were shaking too badly, and despite the cold Seren could not stand the rough texture of the gloves against her skin. Icy wind biting into the fingers was more bearable, and without caring for the danger of frost bite she dug the hands deep into the white. Snow. Clean snow. Water that had seen this cycle from beginning to end over perpetuity.
"There was a Party. Invites... you must have seen them. They were everywhere. When the sun had set and everyone had gathered... something appeared. A spirit, maybe, or something else. It spoke. Said that the weapons were ready, but not the warriors. Eight seasons to prepare... at most." Even to her own ears she sounded tired, and a little hollow. Eight seasons... Two years was not nearly enough time to learn everything she must before it broke out. If they even got that much time.
When her fingers were so numb that Seren could hardly feel them anymore, and cold burned like fire up along the arms, she withdrew them from the snow and reached out for the rabbit that was most intact. It should not make a difference that this creature could still be discerned for what it was. Already she was wearing furs, and had dined on fish for lunch before coming here. She had no trouble devouring poultry when served steaming on a delicately arranged plate.
That she could see the dead eyes, and feel the lack of soul beneath the soft fur should not make her want to weep like this.
"Will you make me something, from its bones?" she asked, tremulous. Faltering. Treacherous tears finally spilled over; stars, she had done nothing but cry and tremble these past weeks. One season, and already she wanted to flee back to the stars.
But she wouldn't.
Death is part of life, my sweet.
Her hands were shaking too badly, and despite the cold Seren could not stand the rough texture of the gloves against her skin. Icy wind biting into the fingers was more bearable, and without caring for the danger of frost bite she dug the hands deep into the white. Snow. Clean snow. Water that had seen this cycle from beginning to end over perpetuity.
"There was a Party. Invites... you must have seen them. They were everywhere. When the sun had set and everyone had gathered... something appeared. A spirit, maybe, or something else. It spoke. Said that the weapons were ready, but not the warriors. Eight seasons to prepare... at most." Even to her own ears she sounded tired, and a little hollow. Eight seasons... Two years was not nearly enough time to learn everything she must before it broke out. If they even got that much time.
When her fingers were so numb that Seren could hardly feel them anymore, and cold burned like fire up along the arms, she withdrew them from the snow and reached out for the rabbit that was most intact. It should not make a difference that this creature could still be discerned for what it was. Already she was wearing furs, and had dined on fish for lunch before coming here. She had no trouble devouring poultry when served steaming on a delicately arranged plate.
That she could see the dead eyes, and feel the lack of soul beneath the soft fur should not make her want to weep like this.
"Will you make me something, from its bones?" she asked, tremulous. Faltering. Treacherous tears finally spilled over; stars, she had done nothing but cry and tremble these past weeks. One season, and already she wanted to flee back to the stars.
But she wouldn't.
For when the darkness comes
SEREN
