The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother."
- To My Mother, Edgar Allan Poe
"And why is it that you are not asleep, little Kellan?" Storm peered down over the crib to find her youngest son wide awake and shaking a rattler. His grey eyes shifted and looked up at the sound of her voice, and he gave a loud laughter of glee. Chuckling, she gently pulled the toy from his grip and picked him up high into the air to recieve more laughter. The sound warmed her heart and she automatically produced a smile, "Well now, we cannot have you waking your brother, as we just got him to sleep." Tucking him close to her shoulder, his thinning hair was soft against her cheek and she sighed softly.
In the comfort of her room in the Seansloe Manor, Storm finally gave herself the time to think of the true purpose of her return to Yransea. Carrying Kellan to her bed, she slipped back under the covers with him tucked beside her. He lightly laughed at the movement, and she kissed the top of his head with a whisper, "Time to sleep." The fact that he was not exhausted remained a mystery. So far, Storm had spent nearly every day with Lenika and the family, and any other time was spent to keep Avery entertained. Rarely were they alone or resting, except to meet Kellan's needs.
With a restless glaze, she looked around her room that was beginning to truly feel like a home. It fit so closely to her desires while being so far from comfort. Her gift, the essence of her existence, continued to be far from reach. Even now as her eyes landed on the cup on her nightstand, did she try to knock it over. An action that was so simple, it felt like an addition limb obeying her thoughts. Instead, the cup remained without being disturbed, and the air locked and tight against her persistence. Even as she used enough thought to control a storm, the air remained still and her head began to ache.
Closing her eyes and letting her head sink to the pillow, she contemplated true acceptance that her gift would never work. The sadness was so great that silent tears fell down the sides of her cheeks through closed lids. While the time was not now, she knew it to be a sacrifice to readily be made for her husband's happiness.
Wiping the tears swiftly with her free hand, she turned slightly to look down at Kellan. His small chest moved up and down in a rythmn of restful slumber. Running the back of a finger down his cheek, she dared to think of his future. Would he follow in Ewan's and his father's career, or hers and her father's? The thought brought a small frown to her still features. If he bore any of her abilities for the elements, then he too, would suffer in Yransea. If she had any more children, they might all have this empty feeling whenever in their father's homeworld.
With a quick and gentle shake of her head, she denied the possibility. There could be no giving up so long as it threatened to affect her child. She brought Kellan close to her face, and he only stirred by sighing against her face. She studied his peaceful features, and it threatened to bring more tears to surface. "I will do everything to give you the opportunity to be all that you can be." The promise was cushioned with soft words with fierce determination. Rekindled with desire, her own exhaustion brought swift sleep with Kellan close next to her.
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother."
- To My Mother, Edgar Allan Poe
"And why is it that you are not asleep, little Kellan?" Storm peered down over the crib to find her youngest son wide awake and shaking a rattler. His grey eyes shifted and looked up at the sound of her voice, and he gave a loud laughter of glee. Chuckling, she gently pulled the toy from his grip and picked him up high into the air to recieve more laughter. The sound warmed her heart and she automatically produced a smile, "Well now, we cannot have you waking your brother, as we just got him to sleep." Tucking him close to her shoulder, his thinning hair was soft against her cheek and she sighed softly.
In the comfort of her room in the Seansloe Manor, Storm finally gave herself the time to think of the true purpose of her return to Yransea. Carrying Kellan to her bed, she slipped back under the covers with him tucked beside her. He lightly laughed at the movement, and she kissed the top of his head with a whisper, "Time to sleep." The fact that he was not exhausted remained a mystery. So far, Storm had spent nearly every day with Lenika and the family, and any other time was spent to keep Avery entertained. Rarely were they alone or resting, except to meet Kellan's needs.
With a restless glaze, she looked around her room that was beginning to truly feel like a home. It fit so closely to her desires while being so far from comfort. Her gift, the essence of her existence, continued to be far from reach. Even now as her eyes landed on the cup on her nightstand, did she try to knock it over. An action that was so simple, it felt like an addition limb obeying her thoughts. Instead, the cup remained without being disturbed, and the air locked and tight against her persistence. Even as she used enough thought to control a storm, the air remained still and her head began to ache.
Closing her eyes and letting her head sink to the pillow, she contemplated true acceptance that her gift would never work. The sadness was so great that silent tears fell down the sides of her cheeks through closed lids. While the time was not now, she knew it to be a sacrifice to readily be made for her husband's happiness.
Wiping the tears swiftly with her free hand, she turned slightly to look down at Kellan. His small chest moved up and down in a rythmn of restful slumber. Running the back of a finger down his cheek, she dared to think of his future. Would he follow in Ewan's and his father's career, or hers and her father's? The thought brought a small frown to her still features. If he bore any of her abilities for the elements, then he too, would suffer in Yransea. If she had any more children, they might all have this empty feeling whenever in their father's homeworld.
With a quick and gentle shake of her head, she denied the possibility. There could be no giving up so long as it threatened to affect her child. She brought Kellan close to her face, and he only stirred by sighing against her face. She studied his peaceful features, and it threatened to bring more tears to surface. "I will do everything to give you the opportunity to be all that you can be." The promise was cushioned with soft words with fierce determination. Rekindled with desire, her own exhaustion brought swift sleep with Kellan close next to her.