Is there a way I can find you, is there a sign I should know,
is there a road I could follow to bring you back home?
-If I Could Be Where You Are, Enya
Snow fell steadily along her cloak covered shoulders and set white into the raven darkness of her hair left free of the hood. Though the streets and rooftops showed the blanket of the season, the harbor was free moving, barren of blocks. The currents of the wide ocean kept the harbor open all the year. In and out the ships sailed, but none held Sylvia's interest.
Violet eyes were on the farthest horizon, focusing on a point unseen and only impressed upon her imagination. "How much must I repeat?" She whispered too soft for the guard standing resolute two paces behind her where she stood at the end of the pier. The words were not for him. They were cast to the air and the ocean. "Is there a curse upon me I must bear?"
There was no one to confide in of the loss. Hudson and she had concealed much of their friendship from those of Yransea. With those that knew or guessed she could not share. She could reveal nothing of what she felt, and tomorrow she would be pulled away from even the sea. The lamp amulet at her neck was cold in its exposure to the elements at the crux of the cloak ties. Still, she felt a light there. Memory, she believed, and dare not risk to hope.
Memories that twisted and twined with memories of her husband into a mix of remorse and regret that jolted her awake in the dark hours of night. The still slumber of her sleeping children the only cure to the unrest of her until she felt hollowed out of all carrying except for their welfare and that of the kingdom she served.
"My lady," the guard cleared his throat as a backwards way of begging pardon for intrusion into her thoughts.
"Yes, it is time to go. Tomorrow will come sooner than I would wish." She stepped back twice, drawing away from the sea like a great queen on whom you dare not turn your back lest you draw her wrath. Two more steps and she turned away, facing the last rays of sun over the trees and rooftops that warmed her face and blinded her eyes to cast them down to her feet.
is there a road I could follow to bring you back home?
-If I Could Be Where You Are, Enya
Snow fell steadily along her cloak covered shoulders and set white into the raven darkness of her hair left free of the hood. Though the streets and rooftops showed the blanket of the season, the harbor was free moving, barren of blocks. The currents of the wide ocean kept the harbor open all the year. In and out the ships sailed, but none held Sylvia's interest.
Violet eyes were on the farthest horizon, focusing on a point unseen and only impressed upon her imagination. "How much must I repeat?" She whispered too soft for the guard standing resolute two paces behind her where she stood at the end of the pier. The words were not for him. They were cast to the air and the ocean. "Is there a curse upon me I must bear?"
There was no one to confide in of the loss. Hudson and she had concealed much of their friendship from those of Yransea. With those that knew or guessed she could not share. She could reveal nothing of what she felt, and tomorrow she would be pulled away from even the sea. The lamp amulet at her neck was cold in its exposure to the elements at the crux of the cloak ties. Still, she felt a light there. Memory, she believed, and dare not risk to hope.
Memories that twisted and twined with memories of her husband into a mix of remorse and regret that jolted her awake in the dark hours of night. The still slumber of her sleeping children the only cure to the unrest of her until she felt hollowed out of all carrying except for their welfare and that of the kingdom she served.
"My lady," the guard cleared his throat as a backwards way of begging pardon for intrusion into her thoughts.
"Yes, it is time to go. Tomorrow will come sooner than I would wish." She stepped back twice, drawing away from the sea like a great queen on whom you dare not turn your back lest you draw her wrath. Two more steps and she turned away, facing the last rays of sun over the trees and rooftops that warmed her face and blinded her eyes to cast them down to her feet.