Sun Oct 05, 2008 10:13 pm by Songhue
"The stars may be great and feirce, Dart, but they glimmer softly in the night sky."
It was that easy to brush him off, something she found vaguely amusing. He didn't bother her, not as he once had. He was petty, immature.. And not worth the air he breathed.
"I suppose he was wise," Path murmured, tossing her short mane as she returned her attentions to the other, the one called Harvest. "He didn't quite realize it, and to be honest neither did I, but there was a great deal of wisdom in the male even then."
She paused a moment here, sniffing at the quietly shifting water as they sat under the weight of the full, pregnant moon, waiting for whatever it was that was meant to come, and smiled. She had never thought herself stiff before, but it seemed that's how she had behaved. Now, with so few walls in place, she had gentled.
Some day she would have to ask Pixie how he had managed to demolish those protective walls of hers.
"The shadows dance wonderfully as well, my bonded would say. They have their own beauty, deadly though they are. The very nature of such things is beautiful, as one can never have light without darkness, darkness without light. They dance together, back and forth, keeping the balance."
Snorting, she lifted her head again, wondering when it was exactly her bonded had told her as much. She remembered the words, even remembered being told that she would ignore them while they were first spoken, but that she would understand when it was time.
Balance, then. Balance was what she had found. The same character lay within her, the same strength and protection. There was no real change, no softening. She had merely balanced herself.
"Perhaps this is what you wait for?"
Even as she spoke it the sky brightened, making her lift her head as the dancing, weaving light rippled through the sky. What was it called? The aurora.. Something. She had been with her strange bonded long enough that she simply thought of it as the wee folk dancing, having heard the phrase often enough.
