Lake Rodney Sailor Song

Violence seemed easy. Anger, easy. Anything, easier than accepting Machiavelli’s words. The urge to run, the need for space, it is all still there. But she refuses, clinging to the tether of his voice. They’d carried each other, fought for one another, spent whole nights side-by-side. And they were here, now.  She wouldn’t turn from him. Her heart keeps identical pace, her hand resting heavier over his, in a true connection.

Eset didn’t want vengeance. She wanted this.

Her eyes trail his face closely, roaming the delicate paleness of sharp cheeks and the opal eyes like two glistening moons. When he upsets himself her mouth breaks into its own smile, then into a genuine laugh.

“Swim with me,” she urges, feeling regret and release as their skin breaks contact to merge with water. She teases Machi with a small splash then spins to float along her back. On the still glassy sheen and over their curved faces flickers the first of starlight.

“I hope when I dream… it is of someone else entirely,” her heart beats on anxiously. Something of yearning creeps into the gently curled lips. Endless miles spanned between here and Muat-riya, and still her sentiments felt so much larger in comparison.

She couldn't wait to go home. She couldn't wait to kiss Tavina again.