A Mirrored Moment

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[143] Nymaya: A Mirrored Moment
Thu Aug 19 04:17:02 2010
To: Reklah ( Linot ) New_Thalos All
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The liveried servant was immediately recognizable as he weaved his way through the crowded market and with a nod to one of the Wali with her, she left her post to meet the man. His crest was that of Kayen, even the horse he'd rode in on bore the same markings on its saddle. Both were dusty and smelled of the desert. The scroll she was given was plain, denoting it had not been written by the hand she had privately hoped for. The servants were keeping her updated, as she had bade them.

The man was tired from his long trek and handing him a small pouch of gold, he graciously bowed his head to her and wandered back into the milling mass of people.

She took the opportunity to move back to her post before she unrolled the scroll bit by bit and read. None of it eased her heart and when she had finished, she closed her eyes and fell to stillness for a moment. It was the most anyone would see of her inner turmoil.

It was there though and as the day progressed, she found herself driven to distraction. Three days of solid nostalgia brought on by old faces and memories of times past had left her feeling tired and old. It had happened before and it always passed before the constant ebb and flow of time but she was edgy and restless about it now. The feelings made the days pass ever
more slowly.

What she really wanted she couldn't seem to express accurately. It was all out of her hands anyway. That was often the key to her frustration and as she found herself going over the scroll sent by her servants again, she gave in to a moment of weakness.

Her fingers threaded back through her silver hair and closed into loose fists as she lowered her head. Her blue eyes slipped shut, locking out the room which had become a place far more fitting of higher station with its intricate tapestries, its rich bed and linens and its servant quarter.

You knew nothing would be the same.

The voice was familiar as it slithered down her spine and over her flesh, leaving behind an oily sensation.

Yet you quake before the very thing you asked - begged - for. How they would all shake their heads in disappointment.

The laughter was soft but malicious and inspired a vision of the Abyssal plane that filled her with agony just to remember. The screams, the horrible twisted forms, the way they had grasped at her as if trying to pull her in while dragging themselves out..

You might have left it, but it will never leave you.

A shudder coursed down her back and as she looked up, into the mirror, she was met with a familiar translucent green-eyed gaze that looked upon her with infinite sorrow.

And if it is this terrible for you...imagine what he must be going through.

The act of reaching out to the mirror, of touching its smooth surface with the tips of her fingers, woke her and with a deep sigh she brushed at the thin wet line that had made a path down the side of her face.

"I miss you" She breathed, trailing her fingers over the empty mirror one last time.