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Cyril Darkcloud · 04-02-2002, 09:33 AM

He sits silent and stunned. ~ There is life growing within her .... a child .... our child .... ~ The delighted surprise which begins to form words in his mouth remains mute, however, for she spoke of this wonder in a voice heavy with fear and sadness. Inwardly he curses that word ‘prophecy’ which claims to hold even the unborn in thrall to its cryptic speaking. The stormy and defiant independence which marks his people rises within him only to be checked by his concern for her. Refusing the demands of his exhausted limbs, he rises. Within the confused and conflicted gusting of feelings one note is struck with the thunder of his heart ~ There is life growing within her .... a child .... our child .... ~

Watching as her body shakes, his mind is greeted by the contrasting memory of that night ~ Can it truly have been seventeen years now? ~ when Kye’ri ri’essa, she whose life was like half of his heart, came to him to breathe the news that a child had begun to move within her. The feel of her words as he drew them into himself upon his breathing that night moves again within his lungs. Looking skyward, he whispers the hidden name of the Wind who moves where he will, the giver and taker of breath, whose life is more free than any other. He looks again to KayLisa and feels the air beginning to move. Stepping to the rune marked place where the flame and wind have maintained their dance, he bends and, opening his burned hand, reaches under the flame and gathers it into the winds moving along his palm. He rises and walks slowly to where she sits on the ground breathing the syllables of her names as he walks – KayLisa – GreyWolf – Liath Madadh-allaidh – Sight dancing in flame – Sof’ya ush’a ha’shama’im. The wind that carries the breathing of these syllables to her is unlike any that move within these lands so far from the sky, and it enfolds her, just as it did Kye’ri ri’essa that other night so long ago and still so sharply felt, with his life’s embrace of her life. He smiles at her reaction to the touch of this new wind upon her skin and within her lungs. He kneels beside her and with his left hand unwinds the dressing from her right. “Sof’ya ush’a ha’shama’im,” whispering his name for her once more, he brings his other hand forward and places the dance of wind with flame and flame with wind within the new air that has gathered above her open hand. He looks at her, then, enjoying the interplay of the flame's dancing light with the purple of her widening eyes.

[ 04-02-2002, 09:47 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

04-02-2002, 09:33 AM	#126
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	He sits silent and stunned. ~ There is life growing within her .... a child .... our child .... ~ The delighted surprise which begins to form words in his mouth remains mute, however, for she spoke of this wonder in a voice heavy with fear and sadness. Inwardly he curses that word ‘prophecy’ which claims to hold even the unborn in thrall to its cryptic speaking. The stormy and defiant independence which marks his people rises within him only to be checked by his concern for her. Refusing the demands of his exhausted limbs, he rises. Within the confused and conflicted gusting of feelings one note is struck with the thunder of his heart ~ There is life growing within her .... a child .... our child .... ~ Watching as her body shakes, his mind is greeted by the contrasting memory of that night ~ Can it truly have been seventeen years now? ~ when Kye’ri ri’essa, she whose life was like half of his heart, came to him to breathe the news that a child had begun to move within her. The feel of her words as he drew them into himself upon his breathing that night moves again within his lungs. Looking skyward, he whispers the hidden name of the Wind who moves where he will, the giver and taker of breath, whose life is more free than any other. He looks again to KayLisa and feels the air beginning to move. Stepping to the rune marked place where the flame and wind have maintained their dance, he bends and, opening his burned hand, reaches under the flame and gathers it into the winds moving along his palm. He rises and walks slowly to where she sits on the ground breathing the syllables of her names as he walks – KayLisa – GreyWolf – Liath Madadh-allaidh – Sight dancing in flame – Sof’ya ush’a ha’shama’im. The wind that carries the breathing of these syllables to her is unlike any that move within these lands so far from the sky, and it enfolds her, just as it did Kye’ri ri’essa that other night so long ago and still so sharply felt, with his life’s embrace of her life. He smiles at her reaction to the touch of this new wind upon her skin and within her lungs. He kneels beside her and with his left hand unwinds the dressing from her right. “Sof’ya ush’a ha’shama’im,” whispering his name for her once more, he brings his other hand forward and places the dance of wind with flame and flame with wind within the new air that has gathered above her open hand. He looks at her, then, enjoying the interplay of the flame's dancing light with the purple of her widening eyes. [ 04-02-2002, 09:47 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]