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Date Posted: 02/21/05 4:15:30pm Mon
There was pain, the agony of a frail body and worn organs, the hateful tremors that wracked a body pushed past it's limits. Violet eyes that had once seen wonders beyond description were clouded and nearly sightless, unable to see with any clarity the simple things that are taken for granted like colour and light. Lashana had been back for only a short time, long enough for her to understand what awaited her at the end of her life's journey and to wish both for more time and to wish for the end of her road to come swiftly.
Myuler's wings stood between her and the world, as though shielding her from it. She didn't see him speak let alone hear him, and the first sensation she had was of a void, an emptiness that couldn't be touched followed by a comforting warmth. It was the warmth of her father's arms wrapped around her, keeping her safe in his embrace, the warmth of summer sunlight that banished darkness and chased away the chill of the night. There was a feeling of protectiveness that spun around her and then she became aware of physical sensations.
There was the familiar scents of fresh turned earth and rain touched plants in spring, of flowers in bloom and newly cut grass. It was with those scents she realized she could breathe freely again, without the rasping pain each breath had cost her. She didn't know what Myuler was doing but whatever spell or charm he was casting she hoped it worked. Already she could hear the sounds of Zephyr and ... at least one other person shuffling slightly as they watched Myuler and it drew a smile from her. Even if this was the extent of Myuler's gift it would be enough...
She could feel the changes that continued though and knew it wasn't the end of Myuler's miracle working. Wings that she'd thought were never going to feel the strength of wind beneath them as withered as they were began to grow, bones strengthening and feathers sprouting. To Johan and Cyrus they would see a second set of wings, obviously not Myulers spread up and out, the colour was green but there were white streaks running through the feathers giving her wings a marbled appearance.
Her body was undergoing changes, bones were restored to their former strength, veins pumping blood through her limbs with more vigor and her eyes lost the white film that had obscured her sight. Her skin resumed it's dusty brown colouration and lost it's translucency. Muscles that had remained unused for over eleven years gained solidity, their firmness restoring itself. Her hair darkened back to it's orginal dark green, though four streaks of white remained. Like her wings the white was to remind her of what she'd sacrificed.... and what she'd nearly lost.
When it finished the woman who sat in the armchair was the same as the one who had left eleven years ago, though there were a few changes... like her wings and hair. Leaning forward she wrapped her arms around Myuler, hugging him with a tightness that bordered on desperate. She was half afraid that what she'd felt, what had just occurred had been a dream, on that offered her the solace of a second chance... a chance that would be yanked from her fingertips if she blinked. Looking up at Myuler she whispered, voice trembling with emotion.
"Is it real? Am I ... it's not a dream is it?"
*Troppo il tempo ha tardato pena degli anni giovani.*
Too long has time delayed the sorrow of youthful years.
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