Time kept turning, as was its fashion. Losses were still felt, but not as keenly - the sting far outweighed by the simple gift of life, three times over. When each St. Germain girl was christened, it was Wyheree who stood as Godmother of the non-Fairy sort, promising solemnly to help guide the little ones' paths along the right roads - an honor some considered to be merely a token, but one Wyh took very seriously.
When it was her turn to watch over baby Selene, guarding the child as she slept from whatever sought to take her from her cradle, Wyheree's thoughts would often turn down paths she had thought long closed to her - dreams long denied because of circumstances beyond her formidable abilities to control. Every shift brought wistful, wishful thinkings into full-blown longings - the sort of desires one cannot deny for long, despite the impossible odds and the hopeless deck stacked against them.
Finally, after gentle conversations (and perhaps some subtle nudging), Wyheree decided, at long last, to determine exactly what the accident that had cast her through the Ice Plane so many years ago had done to her not just on a magical level, but a physical level. And then, only then, could a path be found - one leading to what may indeed be possible, for after all, this WAS RhyDin.
When it was her turn to watch over baby Selene, guarding the child as she slept from whatever sought to take her from her cradle, Wyheree's thoughts would often turn down paths she had thought long closed to her - dreams long denied because of circumstances beyond her formidable abilities to control. Every shift brought wistful, wishful thinkings into full-blown longings - the sort of desires one cannot deny for long, despite the impossible odds and the hopeless deck stacked against them.
Finally, after gentle conversations (and perhaps some subtle nudging), Wyheree decided, at long last, to determine exactly what the accident that had cast her through the Ice Plane so many years ago had done to her not just on a magical level, but a physical level. And then, only then, could a path be found - one leading to what may indeed be possible, for after all, this WAS RhyDin.