Hushed Willows oneiropólisi

He had not heard; he could not listen. Could not have answered when she'd called for him first. He voice had been lost to the sea, just as he had been.

Now, he coursed inland, unaware he coursed towards her. Only one name rolled through his heart: @Abel Elam, Abel Elam. His charge, since the day Lestan had brought him through the waves.They all had been. Ava. Ana. Tzedeq. But now he had lost him, as he had lost them all.

And all scents of Sweetharbour ran stale.

He had wept to God. For many days, he wandered along the coast. Until three short days ago, fire caught his eye, bright against the late winter snows. 

Feathers burned gold and flickered out like embers. He had followed them, until they disappeared again into the waving arms of the willow trees.

He gazed between the branches, lost in the unknown and the uncanny familiarity.

@Reverie