05-12-2015, 01:34 PM
The winds blow to and fro, hither and thither, through her willow-strand mane until she seems not a horse at all, but a tree. The sun beams down upon her, sliding across her body like a lover, like lips finding each tiny spot which make her knees weak. The sand scrape across her, fingernails crawling across her bare back until her skin is raw, but oh god don't let it stop.
The Deserts.
Too long has it been since Noori returned to her acrid home, as long as the new crowns have risen, in fact. No regret fills her at the thought of her failure, for truly she had entered solely to please Yael and ease her grievances. And perhaps to say goodbye to Vanquish, too. Se would always hold him in her heart.
As her eyes open to the iridescent world of the Deserts, a smile splits across her eloquent face. The Spring Goddess momentarily thinks of her third son, and fourth child. He, a replica of herself and Trekk, unaltered by Eight's devastatingly erotic magic. Guilt clenches her stomach for but a moment, for in these years of owning a thrice-split heart, she has learned to ignore the stigma against polygamy and to simply live the way she would.
And today, she will live with Sinder.
Their last encounter had been one of utter failure. When the sun shines high on this day, she makes sure that she is not followed, and that no scent of her other lovers is upon the acrid wind. When finally she is sure, Noori creeps towards the fruit garden she had created for Vanquish, the one who few knew of, save those who wandered to the brinks of the kingdom. Noori knew Sinder to be one of those creatures.
When at last she is amongst the lilies and the vines, the strawberries and the raspberries, the blackberries and the dragonfruit, and especially the cactus fruit, she raises her head and calls for him.
For Sinder.
The Deserts.
Too long has it been since Noori returned to her acrid home, as long as the new crowns have risen, in fact. No regret fills her at the thought of her failure, for truly she had entered solely to please Yael and ease her grievances. And perhaps to say goodbye to Vanquish, too. Se would always hold him in her heart.
As her eyes open to the iridescent world of the Deserts, a smile splits across her eloquent face. The Spring Goddess momentarily thinks of her third son, and fourth child. He, a replica of herself and Trekk, unaltered by Eight's devastatingly erotic magic. Guilt clenches her stomach for but a moment, for in these years of owning a thrice-split heart, she has learned to ignore the stigma against polygamy and to simply live the way she would.
And today, she will live with Sinder.
Their last encounter had been one of utter failure. When the sun shines high on this day, she makes sure that she is not followed, and that no scent of her other lovers is upon the acrid wind. When finally she is sure, Noori creeps towards the fruit garden she had created for Vanquish, the one who few knew of, save those who wandered to the brinks of the kingdom. Noori knew Sinder to be one of those creatures.
When at last she is amongst the lilies and the vines, the strawberries and the raspberries, the blackberries and the dragonfruit, and especially the cactus fruit, she raises her head and calls for him.
For Sinder.