Something… was happening.
Something different, the shadows in which she drifted sharpening, turning, twisting, the sensation of space around her flung outward, expanding, yanking her along with it. But there was too much emptiness, and for a moment, she cried out in terror as the insubstantial threads of what she was were pulled taut, too tight, thrumming from the strain. They would snap, and she knew that to have then snap would be to lose herself again. Terror. Anger. But right when she thought she could bear no more, more strands came, seeking like to like. And when they touched she felt the magic flow into her, from her, to her, all these lost, wayward strands twining together.
It happened quickly, the warmth becoming hotter, and hotter still, until the threads burned away. No longer needed, for something fragmented was made whole again. She was whole again.
It was a curious sensation to… open her eyes, something that she hadn’t done in centuries. Light. Sunlight. The sky vast and limitless above her, the blue almost too bright to look at. She did anyway. Then, curious, she looked down at her feet, smiling as her toes wiggled over the stones under her that were hot, nearly glowing. She was not burned though. Arms lifted, hands… hers… turning this way and that. Each of her fingers curled before going to touch at the scars over her heart. They were not fresh, no longer bloody, but the memory of it pained her, and so these ridges of raised flesh pained her.
Finally, she let her gaze travel to the one that stood before her, the one that she knew. Instinctively, always. The urge to stretch out was nearly overwhelming, but she refused to give in to it.
Something different, the shadows in which she drifted sharpening, turning, twisting, the sensation of space around her flung outward, expanding, yanking her along with it. But there was too much emptiness, and for a moment, she cried out in terror as the insubstantial threads of what she was were pulled taut, too tight, thrumming from the strain. They would snap, and she knew that to have then snap would be to lose herself again. Terror. Anger. But right when she thought she could bear no more, more strands came, seeking like to like. And when they touched she felt the magic flow into her, from her, to her, all these lost, wayward strands twining together.
It happened quickly, the warmth becoming hotter, and hotter still, until the threads burned away. No longer needed, for something fragmented was made whole again. She was whole again.
It was a curious sensation to… open her eyes, something that she hadn’t done in centuries. Light. Sunlight. The sky vast and limitless above her, the blue almost too bright to look at. She did anyway. Then, curious, she looked down at her feet, smiling as her toes wiggled over the stones under her that were hot, nearly glowing. She was not burned though. Arms lifted, hands… hers… turning this way and that. Each of her fingers curled before going to touch at the scars over her heart. They were not fresh, no longer bloody, but the memory of it pained her, and so these ridges of raised flesh pained her.
Finally, she let her gaze travel to the one that stood before her, the one that she knew. Instinctively, always. The urge to stretch out was nearly overwhelming, but she refused to give in to it.
I am here.Instead, she stretched out her hand and looked at him expectantly for his supplication.
Feredir.
09-08-2023, 01:11 PM
