when the words lay heavy on my heart
i am lost, led only by the stars
Some part of her knew that she would one day return to Beqanna. It is her mother’s home, where Caeli still presumably lingers, and her father as well. Those relationships drifted off into the distant pass, as some vestigial happy memories of a time before Death. Her mother lives on, though. Not in the traditional sense, for she could not curl her petite figure up against her, nor could she ever lay eyes on on that gentle smile again. But the magic of her mother worked in some mysterious way (Kerowyn should not be surprised, Morphine was always rather fantastically mysterious to her), and her conscience chose to reside in her daughter’s head.
A gift, her mother always said, to make up for leaving so soon.
You don’t have to do this, her mother says. You don’t have to return.
Kerowyn knows she doesn’t, but she has yet to find a place that feels like a home.
Maybe it’s time to return. It can’t hurt.
You don't know Beqanna, love, her mother warns.
She wades across the high summer grass, enjoying the pleasant feeling of a light tickle across her belly. Heat lingers in the air, but it is not the warmth of the Desert. She looks across the open area, towards the South and the source of the warm breeze. Her eyes go distant, empty as the cloudless sky they mirror; lost in thought and swimming in memories, Kerowyn turns inward. She is a thinker, a feeler, and some part of her has always lived elsewhere, it seems. Off with the fairies, or somewhere in the land of the Lotus Eaters. Wherever she is, it is a happy place, for a faint smile spreads across her lips with an all too innocent air.
kerowyn
brennen x morphine
