R A D I A N C E
She should have reveled in the eclipse, but she had not.
To see Beqanna plunged into the same darkness she was always reaching for should have been a delightful thing; she should have been thrilled at the chance for the world to witness how lovely the darkness could be. The way it pulsed and throbbed, like an entity with countless heartbeats, searching for those that knew how to bend and mold it. To show them how even though the dark was rightfully something to be afraid of it was also something to be admired and celebrated.
She should have been pleased at this chance to show them all the things she could coax the shadows into doing; how she could be the moon and they the tide, a delicate balance of pushing and pulling.
Instead, she had been jealous.
To see the way the shadows crawled so intimately across the shoulders of everyone, twisting and coiling in a way she was all too familiar caused her skin to prick with irritation. Especially since so many of them didn’t even appreciate it. So many just kept complaining about the sun, lamenting its absence and begging for its return. It was irritating enough that soon she found herself also wishing that the sun would come back, since clearly the general population was too weak to handle it, and her patience was worn entirely too thin.
She breathed a sigh of relief when the sun finally rose again, and once again, the shadows could belong to those that actually loved them.
It is daylight now when she lingers at the edge of the meadow. An overcast day, with the air smelling of rain and only the faintest, watery streams of light managing to break beyond the cloud cover. Radiance has brought with her a thin veil of darkness from when she was in the forest, a smoky cloak of shadows that billow at her feet and up her sides as she walks through the lush grasses and blossoming flowers. She gives her surroundings a cursory glance, flitting over the various faces, but largely ignoring them.
It is a golden figure in the distance that causes her to pause, coming to a standstill and tilting her delicate head. There is something about her that is familiar—the way that she carries herself when she walks, a magnetic pull that draws eyes to her without really having to try. Radiance closes the space between them, and it is once she finds the striking blue of her eyes that the name is there on her tongue, recalled as if they had just spoken days before rather than years: “Aela.” There is a smile curving across her mouth, though it is subtle and mostly guarded. “What a pleasant surprise.”
To see Beqanna plunged into the same darkness she was always reaching for should have been a delightful thing; she should have been thrilled at the chance for the world to witness how lovely the darkness could be. The way it pulsed and throbbed, like an entity with countless heartbeats, searching for those that knew how to bend and mold it. To show them how even though the dark was rightfully something to be afraid of it was also something to be admired and celebrated.
She should have been pleased at this chance to show them all the things she could coax the shadows into doing; how she could be the moon and they the tide, a delicate balance of pushing and pulling.
Instead, she had been jealous.
To see the way the shadows crawled so intimately across the shoulders of everyone, twisting and coiling in a way she was all too familiar caused her skin to prick with irritation. Especially since so many of them didn’t even appreciate it. So many just kept complaining about the sun, lamenting its absence and begging for its return. It was irritating enough that soon she found herself also wishing that the sun would come back, since clearly the general population was too weak to handle it, and her patience was worn entirely too thin.
She breathed a sigh of relief when the sun finally rose again, and once again, the shadows could belong to those that actually loved them.
It is daylight now when she lingers at the edge of the meadow. An overcast day, with the air smelling of rain and only the faintest, watery streams of light managing to break beyond the cloud cover. Radiance has brought with her a thin veil of darkness from when she was in the forest, a smoky cloak of shadows that billow at her feet and up her sides as she walks through the lush grasses and blossoming flowers. She gives her surroundings a cursory glance, flitting over the various faces, but largely ignoring them.
It is a golden figure in the distance that causes her to pause, coming to a standstill and tilting her delicate head. There is something about her that is familiar—the way that she carries herself when she walks, a magnetic pull that draws eyes to her without really having to try. Radiance closes the space between them, and it is once she finds the striking blue of her eyes that the name is there on her tongue, recalled as if they had just spoken days before rather than years: “Aela.” There is a smile curving across her mouth, though it is subtle and mostly guarded. “What a pleasant surprise.”
and every day is like a battle
but every night with us is like a dream
but every night with us is like a dream
@Aela