Through mosaic windows, the world was young and a life was green
Oh, it is the spectacle to see how the Queen fights her own battles, just like the King, and they were all Queens in their own might. Wolves are extensions of their Riders, Dragons are their own beasts, and the lever was closed behind it. She again, in the mid of it all, is having the recollections of the lives she didn’t live. Aragorn had to let go for the greater good. Who were all these people who were invading her mind? Brandon Stark is now in this life Glorfindel of Golden Flower. The brother of Boromir is safe to visit in the North, where Jon’s realm thrives. And Eowyn’s brother who forgave her all, is rebirthing like many in another life. She has to ask what is happening to her. She doesn’t even know them, and why she is being diffused with them? Is there some problem? The issue? Since she got here she is having these weird consequences which are leaving her no choice but to ask before the quaking and the Battle of Gods was led on so.
- Is this some kind of flash forward? – when she questions, she leaves you in for the surprise. She is nested well in Dragon’s embracing hug. Mera answers. – I know what you are going through, and there is nothing to be scared or to fret about, whatever is distressing you, it isn’t something to be troubled about. – Why so? – It is all the process of bonding and binding, it shall pass. – Oh, thank you so much – the gloss of the glistering shafts were calling upon her, fluorescing as the shadow plays who are wheeling around the spinning pendulum, and it was the spin and the wheel. Ah, something is again coming to pass. She could see the glimpses, through the imaged glass, how the Winter God is battling the Winter is coming still, while the shimmer was never discontinuing, it wasn’t yielding, those were the forces which were backing Glorfindel up, and one of them, was even HER. – Do you want to place some pearly beads in your dainty curls? – she glances up.
- Sure, what do you have? I believe, it is the final touch, when she comes back – she keeps doing it, waiting and glancing back and forth of when she will appear – Mera had to chuckle upon this discovery. – What is so funny? – You are. You are missing her, that is the bond between the Elf and the human, to some, it isn’t so obviously expressed, but I see by you, that there will be troubles and difficulties if you do not get over it, even so, she would admire it and cherish it, to treasure the prized gift she received and it won’t do you no good. You have your independent lives still to live, and you will find yours, whether she likes it or not. – Maybe, I didn’t even want to be here, and presently, I to fell connected so deeply, on the cellular level to her? – Molecular…it is the blood in all the sense. – I do not believe you. – You speak with me normally – Dragon is in her gentle face, and she was gentled, looking youngish and sprightly and spry. And the Dragon is using the refining voice, so unlike all her kin.
- You mean, I am perfect for her and the blood reacts to it? – Sometimes, it isn’t what we want, the goal doesn’t matter, but what the Gods know that is the best for us. – Oh, I see… - You are dispossessed, even disheartened and discouraged, I cannot have you like this. – I am just sad and doleful. There is always some war – the Dragon sighs, giving her space.
- You are right. That is what I second as well – Nina was unclasped from the Dragon’s hold. She missed even that. Ah, she was never so needy, it must be this blood and that something is changed inside her, the organs of Elves, the waters in the blood, all is so changeable. And in the finishing acts, she spotted it.
The lavish table that is garnished by the embellished and embroidered table cloth that was strewn in gold and silver, casting a flood glimmer, and upon the dressy one, there were raw diamonds, brilliance of star gems, brilliants of never dying jewels, precious stones and metals and valuables of all sorts and classes, and the treasure that is beyond imagining. She hears the heavenly music, it was coming from somewhere, a hearthstone of Lady Hand of Dragon Queen was playing its potent and high powered, dynamic dancing of inflamed fires, rekindled to make her temperate and sheltered, secure in this life, even hotter than before. Shadows were there in incandesced glimmering.
Glistening dresses were having their ball, and she was glaring at them, burning to dance with them, yet, she peeks at Mera who was stoic, stoically reining herself in, not to interfere if she doesn’t have to. This was their maiden’s story, for she will forevermore be just that, their maiden they laid a claim upon, and there is nothing that can change it. She was theirs, and she knows it. She learned, what is of one Elf, it is of all others.
They do not forget, they remember all the details, as the North remembers, they do not return what they claim, the Dragons never stop growing and their hides are honed into perfection. And there was the meaning, there was a goal oriented variance, and she might even dance, and she did.
Among shadows and the dancing dresses, she was one with them. When she discovers that those weren’t shadows and dancing dresses, those were the ghostlike phantoms who were living amongst the silent walls and living stones, they listen and they do care, but they will never tell what they did see, as long as there is the creation, they shall absorb and through them, she manifested her fable.
She didn’t open or watch any of the lauded possessions or costly articles which were prizing the gleam and glint, she took the pair of beads, brushing them into her sheeny locks. She passed the test. Looking up at Meraxes, their praising Mera who was one highly regarded Dragon!
Among all women, who were advisors, for they make the most of the Small Councils, you never know how it will go. And even among them, were the female Dragons who know to steal the show as well as they steal human beings. Is this what it is about? Some kind of power she gained when she is bound and bonded?
And it will come in waves? Oh, why not. She will see how to exercise it, for now, all what mattered was the Battle of Gods that was eventuated to emerge the odds, to surface the oddities, to ensue what is to be oddness and to arise from absurdity, from the glass windows of ornaments, she is espying through it, for she was hearing it, about the Blackwater bays for culling, about black wells or what is ripe to take, there were Black Woods which were taking their fringes with the Kingwoods and Whispering Forests which were having their whisperings about the ghosts and apparitions, about Green Men that are the antlered people.
There were the total ranges of what was believed to be the Giants’ mountains, they went to sleep when they couldn’t take it any longer, the life with less magic than it is, so, they would become mountains and they will awake when the time comes to be invited. That is why there are icefalls and snow slides, it is an answer to what the Life wants from them. Nina asked.
- Is this common? – What it is, our girl? – To have this cognition? And please, do not remind me that I am yours too – Mera snickers, watching her profoundly from her huddled spot that was only hers to occupy. – You shall learn to accustom to it. – So, it is the truth? – Not all, you are one of the rarest, indeed. You control your projections and fantasies, what you share is the fantasized dream you project into your own reality. Some people awake it later, some never, but they stay latent, or like yours, they soar free! – And how to master it? How is it even veritable? – In time, my dear, with the time at your disposal, you shall be magnificent.
- Oh, then…tell me more…Do Dragons hide in caves and in shadows, do you walk in shades? – Why would you think like that? – she protracts her flaky neck at the curious girl of theirs. – You do seem more as a viper, the adder that is meandering, you are the ophidian of some stock? – Oh, you are beholding us. How you are the particular maiden about it, even when you are flowered, and tell me, does my presence scare you? – No. – Or my voice of kindliness? – You are cordial with me, so no. – Hm, you are nothing relatable, to what I have been perusing. – You are too old, you are one of the oldest, if not, even the firsts when you were attaining your wings. – And you are the perfection in the human kind, you were disguised from us, for so long, your bloodline, and at this moment – she is around her, insuring her in the balmy mellowness, that will never free her – I am to keep you as my Mistress does – licking her so. – Do my Mistress – she did fall – is turning into a man or she is the crossbred with the Dragon parentage?
- No, but I am – and Mera turns herself into the half Dragon and half humanoid creature. For the first time in her life, she understands. While each Elf is undergoing the sufferings in their mysterious fashions, backing Glorfindel up by giving off their radiance, she left her with her Dragon, to mate with her too. To have a seal.
Sealing the bond. The being was nothing she could ever hope for. It was the independent part and reverie’s trance. She ran, just for a while, she senses the pounding into her heart of empathy she grew with her first and only friend, Tico. She is laughing, while she is being chased, first and foremost, it was the awe-striking aura that was shadowiness in its pursuit. The search for her who knew where to hide and to skulk. Concealing from the plain sight. Waiting expectantly. So anxiously. The earthquakes of the worlds, weren’t ebbing, neither weakening, the arks of rainbows were delivered from Hill House, those were the lifelines, the zestfulness that is brushing across the tides of falling snow in the maelstroms, and the squalling winters of Winter is Coming, the legacy of his father and the God of Winters, Great Winter Prometheus from the outside, the heavy clashes and collisions of higher powers who are always there to sustain the life.
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- They say, it is the storm of cosmos, the flare of Red Giant that one day shall pass away – it was the stringy voice that spoke humanoid like, and walk, and lived as one. Nina is anticipating it.