(Continued from the catacombed thread here)
July 17, 2013
Koy felt the reverberations in her body, ripples of pain and protest surging back and forth from one extremity to another. She laid sprawled out on top of her bedcovers. The new air conditioning unit Matt had installed in their bedroom earlier this spring worked perfectly. She could have buried herself under her blankets if she wanted. In fact, it probably would have been a good idea considering the goosebumps rising along her arms and legs, bare and boasting their own cartography of bruises she had acquired fighting Andrea the night before. But she stayed above the covers in her silk pajamas. She had been up for an hour already, long enough for Matt to insist she stay resting while he got Thia ready for day camp. Koy half-listened, taking a shower that would have been quicker if she weren't hampered by her injuries, most notably her swollen left eye. Then she put on a fresh set of nightclothes despite the sunlight outside her window and laid back down.
She felt cold and clean, but not content.
"It may not be in your nature to ever fully feel content, child." MoonBeryl interjected into her thoughts, sounding bored. It wasn't a new observation.
"Mebbe, mebbe not. But perhaps I oughta start acceptin" certain facts "bout myself 'stead of fightin" "gainst "em, failin" like a swimmer tryin" ta go "gainst a rip current."
The Opal let the silence hang between them. He knew already what facts she meant. He knew everything there was to know about the elf, and then some.
"You saw last night what your heart wants. You want me here still. It is no great secret and no great shame."
She stared up at the ceiling, the way she had on so many countless nights during her pregnancy with Thia when she could not fall asleep, and sighed. "It's jest a hard stone ta swallow."
Having experienced being a swallowed stone when Jigglypuff held him, MoonBeryl's normally honeyed-voice sounded momentarily stiff. "Do not remind me. I hope you are not planning to ingest me like that thing did."
His humor, if it could ever truly be called that, came through so rarely that Koy had to laugh at his disdain. It bounced throughout her torso in another painful ripple. "Ye know tha's not wha I mean."
"I know. But it is a hard moment to forget. And then there are the things that cannot be ignored. Nor should they be. No one believes you despise each Opal equally through and through and frankly, I cannot imagine any of them care all that much. Your pride will crush you one day, Koyliak."
"I know....it's not only tha though," Koy traced a finger along the pattern in the bedspread, "it's "bout bein" able ta see myself too, ta know wha guides me."
"I am not sure I follow you."
"Fer so long I've known certain truths "bout myself, wha I believed. Truths written in stone, pardon the "xpression. I knew pain made me feel "live, Matt made me feel loved, and ye and yer siblings were somethin" ta both fear and respect "nough ta keep ye 'way. Now, givin" the state of things..." The way I trust ye, the way I don't mind yer blue brother sharin" our space... MoonBeryl would hear those last words as a thought she could not fully bring herself to form into a concrete idea. "There is a lot of blur where once my principles used ta be distinct lines is all."
"Koyliak, for a child who grew up so close to the sea, you have not learned anything from its wisdom."
"Now I'm the one who doesn't follow."
"Is it not true that sharp glass over time may yield itself to be smoothed out with enough waves washing over it' Does the shoreline not change when the tide pulls the sand away?"
"Pretty imagery?" She felt tired and did not pretend that she fully caught his drift.
MoonBeryl's smooth tone held a condescending edge. "Your head did not get smashed that hard and we both know how thick it is. What I mean to convey is that these things change with time, give themselves over to their circumstance, and find themselves no worse for it. Perhaps better in some cases like the smooth sea glass coveted by beachgoers. You must admit you have changed since you left your home for RhyDin, have you not?"
"And this is jest one of many changes in a lifetime then, a constant need fer redefinin" oneself?"
"That is a more philosophical way to wax on about it, but yes, you could phrase it as such."
Koy let the thought wash over her, only pulled back into the world surrounding her when the sound of small stomping feet reached her pointed ears. They slowed once they reached the bedroom doorway. An exaggerated whisper called to Koy as Thia's head poked around the corner. "Mama" You awake??
July 17, 2013
Koy felt the reverberations in her body, ripples of pain and protest surging back and forth from one extremity to another. She laid sprawled out on top of her bedcovers. The new air conditioning unit Matt had installed in their bedroom earlier this spring worked perfectly. She could have buried herself under her blankets if she wanted. In fact, it probably would have been a good idea considering the goosebumps rising along her arms and legs, bare and boasting their own cartography of bruises she had acquired fighting Andrea the night before. But she stayed above the covers in her silk pajamas. She had been up for an hour already, long enough for Matt to insist she stay resting while he got Thia ready for day camp. Koy half-listened, taking a shower that would have been quicker if she weren't hampered by her injuries, most notably her swollen left eye. Then she put on a fresh set of nightclothes despite the sunlight outside her window and laid back down.
She felt cold and clean, but not content.
"It may not be in your nature to ever fully feel content, child." MoonBeryl interjected into her thoughts, sounding bored. It wasn't a new observation.
"Mebbe, mebbe not. But perhaps I oughta start acceptin" certain facts "bout myself 'stead of fightin" "gainst "em, failin" like a swimmer tryin" ta go "gainst a rip current."
The Opal let the silence hang between them. He knew already what facts she meant. He knew everything there was to know about the elf, and then some.
"You saw last night what your heart wants. You want me here still. It is no great secret and no great shame."
She stared up at the ceiling, the way she had on so many countless nights during her pregnancy with Thia when she could not fall asleep, and sighed. "It's jest a hard stone ta swallow."
Having experienced being a swallowed stone when Jigglypuff held him, MoonBeryl's normally honeyed-voice sounded momentarily stiff. "Do not remind me. I hope you are not planning to ingest me like that thing did."
His humor, if it could ever truly be called that, came through so rarely that Koy had to laugh at his disdain. It bounced throughout her torso in another painful ripple. "Ye know tha's not wha I mean."
"I know. But it is a hard moment to forget. And then there are the things that cannot be ignored. Nor should they be. No one believes you despise each Opal equally through and through and frankly, I cannot imagine any of them care all that much. Your pride will crush you one day, Koyliak."
"I know....it's not only tha though," Koy traced a finger along the pattern in the bedspread, "it's "bout bein" able ta see myself too, ta know wha guides me."
"I am not sure I follow you."
"Fer so long I've known certain truths "bout myself, wha I believed. Truths written in stone, pardon the "xpression. I knew pain made me feel "live, Matt made me feel loved, and ye and yer siblings were somethin" ta both fear and respect "nough ta keep ye 'way. Now, givin" the state of things..." The way I trust ye, the way I don't mind yer blue brother sharin" our space... MoonBeryl would hear those last words as a thought she could not fully bring herself to form into a concrete idea. "There is a lot of blur where once my principles used ta be distinct lines is all."
"Koyliak, for a child who grew up so close to the sea, you have not learned anything from its wisdom."
"Now I'm the one who doesn't follow."
"Is it not true that sharp glass over time may yield itself to be smoothed out with enough waves washing over it' Does the shoreline not change when the tide pulls the sand away?"
"Pretty imagery?" She felt tired and did not pretend that she fully caught his drift.
MoonBeryl's smooth tone held a condescending edge. "Your head did not get smashed that hard and we both know how thick it is. What I mean to convey is that these things change with time, give themselves over to their circumstance, and find themselves no worse for it. Perhaps better in some cases like the smooth sea glass coveted by beachgoers. You must admit you have changed since you left your home for RhyDin, have you not?"
"And this is jest one of many changes in a lifetime then, a constant need fer redefinin" oneself?"
"That is a more philosophical way to wax on about it, but yes, you could phrase it as such."
Koy let the thought wash over her, only pulled back into the world surrounding her when the sound of small stomping feet reached her pointed ears. They slowed once they reached the bedroom doorway. An exaggerated whisper called to Koy as Thia's head poked around the corner. "Mama" You awake??