Life is Magic
There is always some sort of compensation, no matter what the race is in question. There were even the winking laces of the plant ties or the cords of the shimmer’s material, light on the touch which were stringing together the embellishment of the star jars, threaded next to one another, without choosing, for you cannot make a choice, you would choose all, since they were suffused with the nascent universes of imperishable flowers and baby buds which were together with fireflies growing a magical place that is Hill House, albeit, it dwells in greyness, people who inhabited the highest height, made it sure to be, leastwise, something spectacular to live in. It was staying solid, persistent to be long termed, and where you stepped, it was paved in grass and softness of kindliness. The warm hearted feeling was translucently pellucid and she could breathe.
The walls were speaking, the stones were whispering. What they feared, and whom, she could hear them, and not only herself, until they wouldn’t in waves, with each brick or terracotta fall silent, and in billowing currents, it would rush in afresh, only to be quiet for some time, and again and again, they would whisper of lore, of fables and legends, only to be quieted down for some more and on and on, they would speak, filling you with all good vibrations, and after a while, it would become the way you live, for everything was sentient and blooming, even where she walked, it was springing, and where it was wilting, it would grow new, even where there was no life, at present, Hill House was one splendor and grandeur to see, for the whole battlements were more than glad, that the human prize has come and with it, brought back even felicity.
- She is so adorable – Elves were muttering between themselves.
- Young, but adult, and look at her skin, and her eyes, even mouth!
- She is the incarnate elegance, and from the brow you see her wisdom, and from the high forehead, there is the severity of the suffering she must have been through.
- Our Lady Hand chose wittily!
- Even flora and fauna are reacting to her, it was long since there was… or it never was. I do not remember any longer, the woman she sought, she never caught even in this life, except her sister who in the past life belonged to Maegor Targaryen, everything else is wrapped in the hidden history.
- All is veiled in shrouds, even shrouded from us.
- Shhh, let her see, this is just the waiting room, the entrance, let her explore – and Lady Hand did as she was counseled. Meraxes or simply Mera, will join them later from one of the Hill’s Glass Cupolas on which she can crawl and enter, but for now, the girl must be allowed to meet her novel surroundings, brand new fashions, or fashioned and modish freshness, or freshly fangled features, everything was as she couldn’t even conceive in her mind, and when she stood before the Dragon people who are with their Dragons one and the same, as it is forever, she could sight that each of them were endearing her, she was more than welcome, Lady Hand stood her ground and watched the amiable interplay.
- Are you serving the House of the Dragon or it serves you? – her voice was cherubic, one High Lady came close to her, of greatness, and another that was Great, but not as Grand as their Lady Hand who was there to support the answering. – When the body and the mind serves only you, then you become invulnerable, but then, everything else withers, it is why you have to take care even of the lowest, for it starts with the simplest of the bud.
- So, you say, without the bases, there is no even higher? The lowest is the most priceless? – Yes, as it is – there was that sound of silence. – Ask me, whatever you yearn to know about me. – Not you about us? Our dear? – I have time, I am chosen in the Masquerade Ball, henceforth, you may question me. – Very well – they kept stealing glances, glancing back and forth from Lady Hand, just to watch how she is going to interact with it, it was going well – tell us. Who are you? – I do not know. I never knew my parents, I was left as a baby at the House of Black and White. I cannot tell anything about myself, even if my name is real, but I like to be called Nina. – You are lying, dear, except for the part of Nina. Which is a delightful name, not the disdainful House you were brought up with.
- What do… - Your parents were assassins and remember, we read you. – My mind shields are up. – Not with us – so, this is what it was, they were the Judges, they were estimating her, she turns around, beholding the smiling Lady Hand of hers, oh, so, this is what it was, then, let it be.
- And, there is one girl, you are not forgetting her.
- Arya Stark. We were both apprentices, she is…better than me, but she was lousy in changing the faces, however, she sneaked into the Winter night, and they found her, we were both assassins.
- Why would you be what your parents were or why would the Great King’s daughter, one of the Man’s Lords, ever become an assassin?
- I could choose not to be what my parents weren’t, but I had the calling, the same with Arya, she would never be this much powerful and adroit in skills if not for the House of Black and White, and I am going ahead of you, prior for you saying how she still ended up caught, we are still humans. We are assassinating and hunting bad people, from our world, it is rarely that we do it with Elves, and to tell you the truth, on that day, at the Masquerade Ball, where I met my first real friend, I never knew what it means going against Elf until I chanced on.
She was the first class, the prime blood of the human, even when she was coming from the common born people. She was exquisite. They are espying why Lady Hand chose her, they would as well. She was theirs. Still, she did promise to her friend that she will come back, that she will visit, he can wait, or for him to come to them, it would be better if he comes here as well. He will be superbly received. And finely loved as she is. She already missed him, ah, while Lady Hand was enjoying this for so much, feeling more than gratified by the one she willed to be hers.
- You shall see him, our dearest, do not be muddled, we read you subtly, even your Mistress, or our Lady Hand, or even your new family you will find in her, shall permit all what you need, but not the whimsical freedoms for too long or too much, and just for you to know, we are not impenetrable still. For no morphing needles, no poisonous gems in light bound, no embedded runes, no girdles of protection, no walls of ice, no Great Eagles of Crag Nests in treasured Gondolin that is encircled by Misty Mountains or when Ice holds the secret for one that brings light, for only Rings of One Powers may slow down the merged Night King, for which we have no solution, we learned the hard way that there must be a life to live one spiritually, as it is our Beleriand lands in dreams – mussing up a little bit, in the end, the Good Man of the Golden Heart has nothing to fear, but when he falls, even Life has nothing to lose any longer, she knows she is safe to fall in their elfin hands who will groom her, both body and mind, in their Dragon waters of crystal she will be bathed, and she will allow it, to be dressed and to be steeped into their Elf blessings, and by now, she could see the reflections of white sleek cobbles which are paving their pathways, it was reflecting the moonshine, acting as the lights of streets, of blaze torches or the blinking lanterns and flittering lamps, from afar. Nina smiles.
She sees the filling clusters of Elves, how they are leading their lives, and she craved it, sighing for it, turning to Lady Hand who nods at her, she may.
Everyone shall wait till she doesn’t return, then there is the lavishly brewed and prepared toasting so, the deluxe banquet that is regaling as the celebrating regale and the jollifications of the temperate revels.
Craftily, she was going down, the crystal stairs were of glass too, and yet, she wasn’t slipping or cowering she might die, from each side there were bejeweling hedge railings onto which she could hold on, but it was unessential, those were protective gemstones cut into the crude materials, sewn, woven and cobbled along with the Dragon magic and the furbished bedrock was the solidest basis for the walking. Elves could sense her by all senses remotely. They were living their daily lives quietly and unobtrusive, they didn’t want to be exposed, and their Turret houses were overfilling with life and progeny of their own.
Elvish children didn’t seem so different, save ears which she was wishing to touch, for they were so pointy and elegantly sharp, but then it was called to her echoing memory, the evocative mementos from Arya, the recalling evocations of her life before everything she could live through. It was bursting in front of her human eyes, she was noting how nobly were roofs, how the ceilings of rainbow tiles were high, how the grounds were enameled and with the high price floored, the gardens were their dreamlike fancies, but what stood above all else, was the love they were having, and freely were giving to all who would come to them, and so, she was being pervaded by the sensations of their fondness, for children were the first ones to draw closer to her, and by some indiscernible forces, she was drawn to them, into their wee lives, living in begirded homes, ringed from all sides, they were touching, viewing into her, Nina feels, more or less, so deified. She never thought it is possible.
She was the lowborn person, for many times she was half-starved during her accomplished missions and she was walking in shadows, hiding in the gloominess, in the utter dolefulness of why she was inducted into the life she never wanted. She lied about that too, and they knew it. She couldn’t escape it even if she burned for the elopement, until she didn’t hear it, the Music of Elves, they heeded the call, and where one halts, another continues, till all wasn’t concluded. And here she is, she was the one who was sent to kill the Grand King and he gloried her with the new life and even took away her instinct to kill. She was still her, but this was the life that was assigned to her, it is for her to keep and water it.
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- Children, do not smother our lovely guest! – Oh, no trouble I am to make, I am going back. – As you wish, our dear, you may come back, for we are living in glory of our Dragon’s Landing!
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What is of one Elf, it is for all, and they do not hand back, what they take, as much as they do not forget the single detail, she knows that well, as North remembers, she is nobbled by the tales.
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Do not touch upon Elf ears, so hypersensitive, you never know, what you may evoke. It is still resonating, Arya’s voice. And she was right, not to even do a brush, they were enamored so fast. She doesn’t have to end up, as she did in the past life.