Figments

Posted on Mon Oct 12, 2015 @ 7:02pm by Captain Isha t'Vaurek

302 words; about a 2 minute read

I lit a beacon tonight.

Not a great bonfire to celebrate the passing of the fallen, just a small blaze constrained in the confines of a crucible shaped from duranium I found among my belongings.

I’ve never had much faith in higher powers, and lately even my own Element, Ihhuein has been dry. I knew it was there, forgotten, and unused. In time I would have given it to her, she was, she is a creature of fire and air. She would have grown to appreciate the chased detail on the support, even the patina that grows inside the crucible with use.

I hope that wherever Eviess is now, whenever she is that Rusalka keeps her word. I hope that they both can see the small light that blazed, a diminished reflection of the wound that burns through my body and sears in my belly.

Will I ever see the Fae again? My instincts tell me that Rusalka will return, but when, or how, or why is beyond me.

Until then, all I can do is trust that she is safe and loved.

There's the door chime. My guess is that the first who will call on me is a counselor. They are fools if they think I haven't noticed the guard on my door, they are fools if they think I have any regrets but even I am not sure what really happened.

I lived a conversation I lived over four years ago and it was real to me.

If there wasn't a planet outside new to this sector, I would believe that the Fae and all their doings were a figment of my imagination.

I had better answer that door.

End log.




The Elements according the Rihannsu: Earth (Avilh), Fire (Okhala), Water (Ihhuein), Air (Jaeih)

 

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