December 30, 2019, 10:06 PM
There was really no explaining how she had come to this place, or why. All she knew was that one day things began looking somewhat familiar, in a way that she couldn’t place at all, only that is registered somewhere deep within the folds of her memory bank. She and Séamus had been so many places — so many strangers that had become friends, so many places that had become home — that these particular mountains and depressions in the landscape she assumed to be like all the others. Ones that she had seen in passing, or even resembled those she had seen in passing. Maybe she had never seen these particular mountains before, but she knew the general characteristics of mountains, so...
When you really got to know it, it seemed that all the world might looked exactly the same.
But it was cold, and she was alone. Eleuthera was not a creature meant to be left alone — that why she had always had Séamus around, to make conversation and to make her laugh and to share all the general banal experiences of life together, the ones that inevitably made up the fabric of their every waking moment. She hadn't always been alone, since she woke up that fateful day and found her brother gone. Even in that short (or long, depending on how you looked at it) span of time, the lilac girl had found company and companionship; but no other man ever seemed to compare and she always eventually grew tired of them and moved on. It kept her fed and happy, but internally, her soul screamed for something familiar.
So when these mountains and these trees and that sky began to sound off bells in her mind, the delight that she felt lighted the entirety of her cold and shivering body. This had to be a sign, of something, Eleuthera was certain. It did not even cross her mind how close her brother @Séamuss might be, or that she might be a stone’s throw away from her mother’s willows, or that these were the lands of her birth, so many moons ago.
When you really got to know it, it seemed that all the world might looked exactly the same.
But it was cold, and she was alone. Eleuthera was not a creature meant to be left alone — that why she had always had Séamus around, to make conversation and to make her laugh and to share all the general banal experiences of life together, the ones that inevitably made up the fabric of their every waking moment. She hadn't always been alone, since she woke up that fateful day and found her brother gone. Even in that short (or long, depending on how you looked at it) span of time, the lilac girl had found company and companionship; but no other man ever seemed to compare and she always eventually grew tired of them and moved on. It kept her fed and happy, but internally, her soul screamed for something familiar.
So when these mountains and these trees and that sky began to sound off bells in her mind, the delight that she felt lighted the entirety of her cold and shivering body. This had to be a sign, of something, Eleuthera was certain. It did not even cross her mind how close her brother @Séamuss might be, or that she might be a stone’s throw away from her mother’s willows, or that these were the lands of her birth, so many moons ago.