December 02, 2019, 11:08 PM
the solstice was nearing - she could feel it every year around this time, a heart swell in her chest so large that each beat fought painfully against the cage of her ribs. emaleth loved this bittersweet longing, this ache in her bones and blood that were instincts screaming her back home.
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it had been good to be with deirdre. her anam cara, forever.
but living there, watching her lightspun sister twirl and weave her ethereal magicks alongside skellige — emaleth was happy, so happy, to see deirdre explode into the fountain of light she was always meant to become. to watch her happiness grow and her light turn blinding as she brought forth life unto the world. once, emaleth might have looked on with bitterness at this. resentful of ever being the shadow in the wood. but now —
if deirdre had ever been the mother, emaleth had always been the crone.
— watching her beloved sister become all she was meant to, the darker twin had come to reject her own expectations and accept this. their magicks, their purposes, were different. they were balance incarnate. if deirdre was the light, then emaleth was the darkness. it made her no less good than deirdre, for the natural world wastes no time on such words as 'good' and 'evil'. things are nothing more than what they are.
it was with no pain, with no resentment, that emaleth left. she bestowed gifts upon her nieces and nephews, blessings that they may become nothing more or less than what they are, and a kiss upon her dear sister's brow.
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it was her time, now.
but as much as the sentinels — donnelaith — were her home, she was not yet ready to see how their broken, charred bones may or may not have recovered in the time that had passed. and so after coming all this way, she delayed their reunion even further... pressing inland, despite her discomfort and distaste for it. the storm did not bother her in the least, and she moved with a determined patience until she approached a thin glade — and a figure there.
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it had been good to be with deirdre. her anam cara, forever.
but living there, watching her lightspun sister twirl and weave her ethereal magicks alongside skellige — emaleth was happy, so happy, to see deirdre explode into the fountain of light she was always meant to become. to watch her happiness grow and her light turn blinding as she brought forth life unto the world. once, emaleth might have looked on with bitterness at this. resentful of ever being the shadow in the wood. but now —
if deirdre had ever been the mother, emaleth had always been the crone.
— watching her beloved sister become all she was meant to, the darker twin had come to reject her own expectations and accept this. their magicks, their purposes, were different. they were balance incarnate. if deirdre was the light, then emaleth was the darkness. it made her no less good than deirdre, for the natural world wastes no time on such words as 'good' and 'evil'. things are nothing more than what they are.
it was with no pain, with no resentment, that emaleth left. she bestowed gifts upon her nieces and nephews, blessings that they may become nothing more or less than what they are, and a kiss upon her dear sister's brow.
++++
it was her time, now.
but as much as the sentinels — donnelaith — were her home, she was not yet ready to see how their broken, charred bones may or may not have recovered in the time that had passed. and so after coming all this way, she delayed their reunion even further... pressing inland, despite her discomfort and distaste for it. the storm did not bother her in the least, and she moved with a determined patience until she approached a thin glade — and a figure there.
hello?she queried, eyes blinking against the snow.
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cause i can hardly see what’s in front of me - these days, and those days too. - by Caiaphas - December 02, 2019, 10:40 PM
RE: cause i can hardly see what’s in front of me - these days, and those days too. - by Emaleth - December 02, 2019, 11:08 PM
RE: cause i can hardly see what’s in front of me - these days, and those days too. - by Caiaphas - December 07, 2019, 10:36 AM