Glistening dreamers
They have no thorns to impale selves, for the Lord to smile above, they have somebody they are keeping from the prying eyes for selves.
Like in the volcanic throttle, it could be so deep and thick, so hot and such was heat, only to soothe you down, when the bending is complete. That is what Masters of Whispers would speak about. And not about the unhooded and free, all is defined by charisma in steel. From armguards, to fine gloves, or gemlike faceguards. About shadow hoods and long capes, helms high and plumes decorate, in the suit of armor or war gowns, all is power and might of magnificence in beauty and the Song of Ice and Fire. Not lushness or luxury, it was the strength of the characters. Dragon seeds are not laid in dark magic, but in the heart of blood and fire. Hewn in the dark and sowed to bleed. The sweet and light rain has issued to sprinkle its own seedlings, and the Lover’s shade couldn’t provide to her what the balmy and home’s roof could. She is running back, whiles everyone else were taking the cover from the intrusive raindrops, and some of Elves even wanted to have her under their own roof, to offer the safe haven, if not just temporary, for she was Lady Hand’s human, the second to the Dragon Queen, but that shall be not the case, Meraxes was always there and watching, possessive and overprotective, she bundles her with her heavenly wing as it was the stellar canopy from the Heavens themselves. She stood like that, waiting for the surprising shower to pass along with the rolling thunder. Mera could take it all upon herself. It was drizzling to her, assuaging what she feels when she is too much burning, in the flames she was forged and one day, she may even die from the same. But what do we tell to the God of Death? To Halls of Mandos? Not today. And so, Nina was under the cloaking wing.
- When you look at the world through the eyes of the simplest rain, what do you see, then? – the world was grey and fair, it was falling on the evil and upon the sinful, upon the good and the struggling, to the rain, everyone was equal, and what was binding them was the misunderstanding and the hate where the life was greener.
And so the life spoke. As if it was divulging the disclosed essences of something she would never understand. How the world may keep its beauty, its fairness, when it is covered in nothing but the shallow mud and mire of those who are sucked dry, so that others may live? Is it true, what they say? That the religious faith is keeping people from killing the fortunate ones? Or it is keeping the rich to know what they are doing and that they could not play the Gods. What is the truth? If you cannot rise from the low predicaments you are born into, then, what is the life served for? To be appreciative of the life you live, for there is somebody that doesn’t have even that, but then again, if she cannot move from the glued spot, she is no better or different from those who were crippled and sad.
They think, if they put you where they want you to be, in the sumptuousness and luxuriance, and tell you to be happy, would you be, if there is nothing to achieve. Nothing to enlighten yourself. What is the life, if not to satisfy your demands, you will have time for spiritualism when you die. Then, you are to exalt the spiritual dominion. There are even some philosophers who accomplished everything you wanted to become, and then, they throw it away for the forests, vales and the common dells?
For something you can even supply yourself with in the unhidden realms. Something is taken, to the others is given. The truth is, she wasn’t content with her life, and there it was, the darkness that is dwelling in her starving heart, and there was nothing they could do, to supersede with the boons she was being blest, for it was hard for her to live. They have to heal her, despite how much it is going to last. The world was enhanced by her presence, just the way she was, unbecoming what she wasn’t, and she believes that she stayed where she will never be, for this isn’t how she portrayed her life, this is why, if she is already being pulled down, she is drowning, it only means, that she is having someone else drown with her. It was the story that is as old as the Time. Letting other people preach you. Telling you what you should be happy about, when they already have what to be gleeful, feel blessed in the same way she was not.
There was no answer and there was no easy solution. She would rather get over with it, but, if there is something for her to live for, it could be this Dragon of the Dark Magic, if not, her Lady.
- I already think of her as I am hers. – That is only natural. – I hear wolves, they are not like you. I hear them, like they are talking to the Walls, and the Walls are talking back, they listen and they know everything, they do absorb, while the winds are carrying the messages. – So, you do not hear yourself, thus, you do not know the color of my voice? My little one? – Someone would fool himself, if he would know what I know – she raises a head with the gold in her lucent curls – that you are the humanoid as well, even if you can be only short. You are what the Higher Powers did imbue you with. – As it was with you.
- I do not know – she is gazing through the rainy curtains – this is isn’t how I imagined it. I know it is never as it seems, but it just, doesn’t feel right – she is looking the Dragon in the eye that was sighing for her blood. – History maybe remembers the names, compared to the darkness that changes faces, but the same one name across Space and Time is entrusted with the one who has faith. That one name could be carried by anyone, but it never tells you all the price, just because that somebody is born with the advantages you seek, remember, one disadvantage was what kept you among the living. – What are you talking about?
- You do know what. You do know it well. Do not gawp at me, like you do not know. You are a girl. Who would ever notice a girl? But a man is suspicious, but one little girl may assassinate everyone she wants. For she looks dear and she is innocent. More than Arya, this is how you did escape, in this life. Glorfindel spared you for being a woman. He would throw any other assassin in hot dungeons to break him, and after he is tame, he would give or sell him to anyone he would find pleasing – she listened, that she has her privilege, just for being born a woman. And she was the woman who matured in the short span of everything that has befallen her. – How the time passes, and so your soul shall find the peace and gleefulness.
The downfall was receding and the wolves couldn’t be heard any longer. It was the song that is older even than the Time, the broken playing violin and it would sing and in it, the generations would be bred and born, under one night, a life shall deepen, and another, there will be those who will continue where someone halts. As it is permanently written in the halls of the fates, that one only may do what is destined to be, and to change how you view it in the Wheels of Times which are here to serve for the set and intended role, and there is no greater prophecy than that.
- Just as you know, to each Elf, the Womb comes alone, when or where it is the Place and Time, you palpate it even when it is lost or regrown. – Why are you telling me all this? – the rain was readied, priming to stop raining sweetly, therefore, the High Rainbow shall be born out from what the Leprechaun has put into his enameled pot of gold.
- Do you hide those you do see as yours? – Yes. – And I do know what she does with the people who displeases her, who commit atrocities. She feeds them to her Womb, it is the inherent ingredient, or the unique organs or the Womb may even carry the human souls as its own, too many lights may even prompt her, incur to eat them on her own, or to live with the ones she is protecting by her accordance. All Wombs are female, and why is that? – You said it all, it is tempered, and Wombs do give birth, how can they be males? – How can they travel through Stars? – You know how the Elven people get it, and how it was to each kindred when they had got to pull themselves from the impending extinction, it was the Magic, the Star Portals and their sheer will to survive.
- The world is not that big. – But you do not see that she thirsts to see you as a cheery girl, full of cheer for life. She doesn’t have that privilege, not any longer, to be eased with the simple joys that makes the life. Have you forgotten it? You may enjoy what she cannot, to read a book with no care in the world. She has many, and you have only one. – To live for her?
- In you she sees the final hope. And that hope is not the craving, not the pipe dream and it isn’t any hankering. It is real. Do this for her, no matter how hard it is, trust the process and at the end of the road, you will find the shimmered sources of the flurried cognition, you will get your answers, but never when it is too late, for the grass may be greener on the other side, but keep in mind, once you are separated, even when all is seeming right, and with the righted prerogatives, would you then, stay happy?
The rain is moving forward, along with the graying clouds, which were pearl and the bead, bringing to others the easement, drenching in reliefs with Wolves and the broken violin keys, to rain on others who are needing her moments of contemplation. The Dragon vanishes, it wasn’t the dream. It was gingerly her Mistress. Who places a hand over her rose mouth. Pulling her close, to warm her in the glimmering raiment as hers, wrapping in silk and cotton. Let anybody see, how she has her, keeps her, presses her rightful mark on her, mates her, and even loves her in front of everyone who would peer. Drawn into one another, they are both. Nina moans into softened ministrations, it was being fondly, then, it is passionately, she didn’t let go, she will never, she muffled her, dipped herself into Nina’s miracles. Even biting, blood drips, coloring whiteness into a tinge of red, leaving a hickey she may lick. Freeing Nina for a passing moment.
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- I will fight for you. For your merry face. I shall. And I will win you, woo you, change your heart, I shall charm you and you will be mine. Nina – she is losing her girly mouth to breathe free.