11-24-2015, 11:00 PM
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
An infinity of resurrected suns is not my fate; though suns my rise at will upon my skin, each one as individual as the ones in the sky, I am doomed to an End. Most everyone is, I muse; immortal or no, the End shall come. I muse too that perhaps She will bring it, though the flames begrudge me nothing on the matter. At the day’s end, I am at peace with the matter; my End will be as it will be, and I will not concern myself with the matter.
Interrupted from my meditations, a flyaway young woman and her accompanying man broach my personal space. Straightening out of the grasses, I go to swallow as her words befall me; appalled, I choke softly on my mouthful. Managing to conceal the choke as an old-man's cough and a hasty swallow, I shake my head while clearing my throat, a rather flummoxed smile waxing upon my lips.
“Well child, I did love my mother, but I most certainly did not love her.” For a split second my thoughts travel to the Amazons, the kingdom which holds my lover and soulmate (how coincidental that my sweetheart abides in my birth-home, though let's not mention that now). I wonder momentarily how she is, and how our child is; both Pomona and Bergamot have disappeared, and my heart aches to see them once more... Alas, I must stay my pensive brooding for now.
“Humph…” Regarding the flaxen with an uncertain chuckle, I glance for a moment to the stallion before returning my amber gaze boldly to her. Only her. Raising my brow skeptically, I ask, “Were you a lover of hers?”
Now that would be... something. It would definitely be something.