Take care what words slip from Your lips….Be wary of the songs you sing….
Be mindful of these things….think on this often …
She sighed and pushed her memories away….
Too often… she thought to herself.
There is no one to hear my words anyway….
People have forgotten, they use words… careless of the consequences…
There is magick as old as time, in words….
As well as musick….There is magick in just about everything that is.
But….Eager to forget, to progress….
People have moved on.Stopped caring what happens with the words they use
And the musick which is thrown around
As though a Song of unmaking was never heard
She catches herself humming
When she can feel the air vibrating around her…
She curses out loud at herself….
“Damned fool… singing comfort for myself and not even realizing … what a damn fool I am”
She gathered the bits of energy the song had begun to weave
Ashamed …..A voice in her head whispers… what does it matter… if you are alone… singing yourself a comfort song Easing the loneliness… what is wrong in that….
She shakes this thought from her head as she speaks out loud…
“It matters you idiot… it always matters no matter if I’m alone or no… I deserve no easing…. And no comfort…. Nothing but a monster…. I am….Weary she makes herself a cup of tea, strong and steaming as she stirs the honey into her tea….
She realizes she is crying. Angry… she drops the spoon suddenly and the cup of tea quivers before it bursts into pieces, and the steaming tea splashes up and into her face Fuck! She screams this out loud… in spite of the fact she knows it will break several windows and probably damage other things within the cabin…
She is careful to hold it within the small cabin that she doesn’t kill any unwitting small animals or birds….. As an after -thought… she pulls her control and focus tighter so she doesn’t break everything in the cabin …And cries, silently shaking … it is dark when she realizes she is still standing the teacups handle dangling on her finger…
With a heavy sigh, hands shaking she picks up the shards of the teacup begins to hum several strange sounds she relaxes and lets the smaller fragments find their places as she sings a small song of making, to undo The damage done with her careless utterance.
Exhausted now, she doesn’t make another cup of tea instead she stumbles to a bed on the floor , in the corner away from the windows and drops into the bed exhausted clear to her bones…. As she drops into an uneasy sleep sooner than her eyes closed she is swept into dreams…. Which quickly turn to nightmares… she wakes suddenly hand clutching her knife scrunched knees up to her chest, her back in the corner, it isn’t until after she wakes fully that she realizes she had been screaming…
that the sounds of her terror had destroyed many things around her….as she looks around she
is suddenly sickened by the sight that meets her eyes,she runs to a break in the wall…
and promptly throws up…
It wasn’t just nightmares,
No… they used her nightmares as an entry…Cautiously she approached what remained of the creature? Creatures…
She had unconsciously protected herself from.Two of them, she realized as she studied the misshapen mass blinking eyes and two faces melded into one….She grimly prepared herself, and raised her hands and placed them on either sideOf the mass of bone and skin … hair and eyesSickened by all the images and feelings that assaulted herShe tightened her grip and began to hum a song of focus
She pushed away her feelings
And listened …
Goddesses what were these things ….She could feel the rage in what remained of the both of them and knew she was going to have to be satisfied with all she had managed to gather from themBefore the rage grew, or her focus fell. Her song changed as it turned to harsherSharper off key tones, the two now melded into one, and began to shiftBefore finally bursting into motes of light and shadow…exhaustion took her all she knew was darkness for many hours
It had taken all she could muster, to remember to throw a barrier around herselfAs she fell to her knees, before flopping face first into the mess
Of books and wood, parts of the wall and all which had been destroyed
In the struggle of her nightmares….In her exhausted slumber she tenses and curls into a ball,
face buried in between her arms, her body shivers and trembles in grief
Tears streaming down her face, no sound escapes her lips
Her lips soundlessly curve and bend as she cries …
Silently shaping a name … as her lips bend and curve
A silent plea…
She wakes suddenly aware only of eyes watching her
She shows no signs of waking, keeps her breathing pattern as though she is still lost to exhaustion,
reaching out with all her energy she scans her immediate surroundings
and strengthens her barriers.Puzzlement deepening as she scans
She can find no eyes watching her
It alarms her, for the feeling will not leave her, and becomes stronger and stronger
she hears a whisper soft sigh close to her face and at that moment realizes her body
is burning with fever… Shock and anger take her, as everything fades to a pinpoint
before reality blinks away, and sleep claims her again.
When she wakes next, still burning hot, sweat rolling down
The curves of her cheeks and catching at the corners of her lips
She startles and a small sound escapes her lips the bowl of broth the small fae woman held
Shatters raining broth hot and rich over the both of them.
Ashamed she tries to tell the poor girl she is sorry, attempts to mend the bowl
Shards begin to vibrate as she strains to pull them together.
The girls’ eyes widen as her hand darts out fast as lightning
Soft and sure grabs hold of the fevered Woman, and tries to Tell her not to spend herself, because she isn’t well.But her body had already given her the message As her head lolls back and sleep once again takes Her into a deep darkness and holds her there in quiet shadows.
When next she opened her eyesIt was a slow deliberate process, Lost in fever dreams, for… how long? alarmedHow long she thinks, as she slowly tests her strength begins Casting protection over the fae woman’s home,Sending out tendrils of energy to observe her surroundings
She wonders how she came to be in this fae dwelling In an unfamiliar forest… Near water…. She could feel the pull of the water, but had not located the source yet Reaching the edges of her strength the edges of her lips twitch As she sits up on one arm, head pounding opens her eyes slowly to let the light in
In stages, wincing at the glare of the sun At first she can see nothing except the light,at first makes her curse softly as her hands fly over her eyes Sensitive she chuckles soundlessly aware the fae woman is
Peering at her through the branches of what appears to be a small apple tree,Carefully she speaks, keeping her voice soft, and her tone light
“Aye, Lovely one I can speak”…
The fae woman gasps and untangles herself from the tree her hair a brilliant tumble Of iridescent greens highlighted with soft glowing yellows
Unaware she had been watched herself; she now slips from behind the tree her hair fans out around her and settles gently with a melodic rustling as though a gentle breeze blew though the trees
The light that filters into the dwelling through a natural sky light high in the branches of the many trees which made up the little fae’s home
Amazed she looks around as her eyes adjust; a small smile plays at the edges of her lipsShe meets the eyes of the small pale green fae“Hello Lovely one, have you a name?”When the little fae woman spokeHer voice sounded like birdsong through the gentle rustling of leaves in a cool breezeWide eyed and trembling slightly she answered “Slelphine” “You needn’t be afraid; of me Slelphine I have no intention of harming you”The fae creature regarded her with a with a small smile And began to tremble harder as words began to fall from her lips
Slowly at first as though she had been holding them back
“You mean me no harm
Harm followed you here
In dreams you have fought All the while …. Fear the coming of a darkness
Fierce and deep shadows not shadows Things in the forest unseen do creep
What have you brought here? While lost in your sleep”, her words began to flow faster
Until the fidgeting question finally found the way to form, and asked itself
“What magick did you wield when you broke my soup bowl? My trees cannot mend it”?
Stunned by the out pouring of words from the small Fae….
Not knowing how to begin to explain she nods her head and says “please … can I see the bowl,
Have a feelin’ it’ll be a sight easier to show you” ….Slelphine nodded,With a rustling of leaves she disappeared around the apple tree, then returned with the bowl its pieces tucked together in a box
The Elven Witch nodded thanks as she asked the little Fae to set the box down,Slelphine set it down and stepped a pace away, as the Witch began to hum, letting notes build softly, slowly at first as though she was testing her strength still, the air seemed to grow denser around the bowl inside the box as the pieces lifted and moved about until the bowl was again whole, the notes of the song of making ceased.
As the Elven Witch finished a small puff of a sigh escaped her lips motes of sound thrumming into velvet silence the Witchs eyes snapped shut as she fell back against the pillows pale and exhausted lost again to soft and silken darkness
Her pale green eyes seemed to glowed as they widened Slelphine gasped her mouth a perfect pale green circle of amazement,
Her tiny hand shot over her open mouth as a deep green lit over her features, but already concern was taking over as her feet carried her toward the bed where the curious witch woman had again passed out.
It would be days before she woke again…
The Witch was drenched in sweat and Slelphine worried she had fallen back into fever She’d been mumbling strange things, strange humming sounds ,a low mewling broken occasionally with small sighs mingled with a sad birdlike chirp and her lips kept forming what seemed like a name again and again. Tears mingled with the sweat pouring down her faceThe Witchs tone became urgent if not somewhat pleading as her hands shot out as though she were reaching for something;
Words on her lips her eyes snapped open unseeing for she was caught there between dreams and waking Trembling the sweat dripping off her like a fierce storm as she strained to hold
Slelphines small hands flew to her face in shock one hand choking back the scream that threatened to escape eyes wide and full of concern tinged horror watching as the Witch pulled her soul back into her body ,grabbing a small dagger as she did so swift and sure plunging it her arm which was extended into the shimmering that she was holding beyond her self calling out into the deepest shimmering shadow Slelphine had ever seen
the Witchs tones had turned softer , as she pulled the knife swift and sure down her arm and into the shimmering blood began to flow , and a soft but insistent sound poured from her lips.
With apprehensive Awe Slelphine watched as the Witch called a fuzzy catlike foxfaced creature with small wings of iridescent black and white from out of the shimmering mass who as soon as it was free of the shimmering curled into the Witchs lap with a careful grace and licked the blood flowing down the Witchs arm into the shimmering healing the cut as it closed the shimmering rift between dreams and waking