A Soul for a Soul

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[164] Nymaya: A Soul for a Soul
Fri Oct 21 09:36:30 2011
To: Reklah Ashtiel New_Thalos All Cayenna Uvall RP Necrucifer (storyline)
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A whisper of memory tugged at her. 

Shadows and twilight, clear star-studded skies and warm winds.  The scent of living forest and night blossoms. 

Soft hair, long and golden.  A gentle smile, the flash of dark blue eyes that were her own...but were not.

..the stars in your eyes..

..more belov'd..

..than Gods in the skies..

Her breath caught softly, more in careful regard of the child who slept still, and with quiet pain riding her she stood from the bedside to move to the window.

...I held you from waking moment..

...the beating of your heart..

...captivat'd..

A mother she had never known. A small hand grasping to a much larger one, soft and graceful. The laping of water against a wooded frame, a gentle sea breeze and soft smitten laughter. Father...

Numbed, deep blue eyes gazed up at a clear sky so full of stars, the moons long set behind the edge of the world and asked 'why' of herself.

..and through shadow's descent..

..I'll hold you still..

..until soul's lament..

Could they have ever guessed that their little girl would grow to become what stood before her? She gazed back at her own reflection in the window, shadowed, insubstantial and was certain that her parents could not have imagined such a fate for their daughter.

What had she done?

..in love's embrace..

..forevermore..

..you shall be safe..

Her fists clenched at her sides, until her knuckles whitened, but she was not permitted regret or lament - only anger. Only that.

..until mountains fall..

..and waters creep..

Her head lowered and a shower of silver strands surrounded her. The silence that came next was unexpected, deep, consuming. Black. Not in rage, but in submission. There was no going back. But there was remembering.

The gentle touch of a child's hand easing over her clenched fist eased the knot that had tightened in her chest and she opened her eyes to gaze down upon the upturned expression of her daughter. Who, she reminded herself, had not yet asked what had happened to her brother. The dark circles beneath her eyes told an unfortunate tale though.

A stalwart presence leaned with an idle illusion in the doorway of the bedroom as she turned, to lead her daughter back to bed. Dark eyes met deep blue, a brief knowing glance, before attention turned back to the dark haired child again.

"He has been called to serve...a higher purpose."

And into the strained silence, her mother's half remembered voice and the lullaby which meant everything - and nothing.

..your belov'd stars..

..I shall keep..