There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
She remembers her. Of course she remembers her. How could she possibly forget?
She had changed her and she didn’t even know it.
She hasn’t seen her in ages, but when she sees her again, there in the meadow, it is as though it were only yesterday. She remembers the fear, the rage, the heartache. She remembers how she had run away like a dog with her tail between her legs. I pray you find it, she had said. Joscelin had stared at her, confusion and alarm rising within her. For she had stirred something. Something she isn’t entirely sure she wishes to acknowledge. How could she?
Her harsh words had torn down her walls while her soft caresses had eased the sting. And she had run. A simple ”I have to go” whispered into the air before she had turned and disappeared. Taking off, into the clouds, where she could not follow.
But she sees her now, her form familiar, lovely. She almost leaves again. Almost runs. But she is not that same coward anymore. She has grown, changed. Strengthened. Hardened her heart.
She doesn’t stop until she is close. Close enough to touch. But she doesn’t. She resists the urge.
”Perse.”
Her name escapes on a soft exhale. There is a catch in her tone, one she hadn’t meant, one that shouldn’t have been there.
”You look as beautiful today as you did then.”
She knows how much she dislikes being called beautiful. She knows and she says it anyway. She says it because she hates it. Because she needs the lovely silver mare to remind her of all the reasons she should not have missed her so much.
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria