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May. 1st, 2013 10:52 pmThey had been so close.
So, so close to a profound sort of happiness. So nearly there with the odds against them falling away. It didn't matter he had been a Stranger and she had been a Lady of the realm. They had been making it work. He had come back from war. She had taken him into her protection. They were working diligently on getting him smiling again, getting him feeling safe, getting him out in the world, getting him to the point of being able to sing and play. They were raising a dragon together, molding themselves into what absolutely felt like a family. She was going to give him land, a title. He was going to be the 'suitor' who finally took her hand.
They were going to throw away what the rest of the world said, and just be happy together. She believed it deeply in the pit of her soul when she fell asleep in his arms, clothed but never closer to another human being in her life.
There were two types of 'gone,' as she understands it. There was the usual type, when a person got up in the middle of the night and left the bed, wandered out into the world; might reasonably be expected to come back. And then there was 'gone.' There was 'barely any trace left.' It came with the raw, empty sensation she knew to be what it felt like when a Stranger had been called home again.
Ayleth tried to be happy. Really, she did. Whatever it had been that was missing, broken, wrong in his life--maybe she had helped mend it. Maybe he would be happier to be home with his new knowledge of himself. Maybe she would be able to pick up the pieces and move on without every breath feeling like her heart had shattered.
Except then she found the violin.
That sealed it. There was no turning back from it. She kissed Lanzo on the cheek, pulled her arms tight in a hug around Julien; apologized that they would have to explain to her uncles how she had been allowed to leave. Finding Cynric to act as a guide and guardian was easy enough. Having Aodhan trail behind them, appear when she summoned, was entirely natural.
The quest wasn't an easy one. Strangers often wanted to go back, but Invorians? None of them ever cared. Finding a wizard who even wanted to begin to make the attempt to bridge the gap was a near impossible feat. Finding what he needed took time, took effort, took the better part of a year.
She was into her eighteenth year of age when she finally closed her eyes, took a deep breath, clutched the fiddle to her chest and dug fingers into Aodhan's neck, cast a weary smile back at Cynric and stepped into what they hoped would bring her out of their world... into Johnny's.
So, so close to a profound sort of happiness. So nearly there with the odds against them falling away. It didn't matter he had been a Stranger and she had been a Lady of the realm. They had been making it work. He had come back from war. She had taken him into her protection. They were working diligently on getting him smiling again, getting him feeling safe, getting him out in the world, getting him to the point of being able to sing and play. They were raising a dragon together, molding themselves into what absolutely felt like a family. She was going to give him land, a title. He was going to be the 'suitor' who finally took her hand.
They were going to throw away what the rest of the world said, and just be happy together. She believed it deeply in the pit of her soul when she fell asleep in his arms, clothed but never closer to another human being in her life.
There were two types of 'gone,' as she understands it. There was the usual type, when a person got up in the middle of the night and left the bed, wandered out into the world; might reasonably be expected to come back. And then there was 'gone.' There was 'barely any trace left.' It came with the raw, empty sensation she knew to be what it felt like when a Stranger had been called home again.
Ayleth tried to be happy. Really, she did. Whatever it had been that was missing, broken, wrong in his life--maybe she had helped mend it. Maybe he would be happier to be home with his new knowledge of himself. Maybe she would be able to pick up the pieces and move on without every breath feeling like her heart had shattered.
Except then she found the violin.
That sealed it. There was no turning back from it. She kissed Lanzo on the cheek, pulled her arms tight in a hug around Julien; apologized that they would have to explain to her uncles how she had been allowed to leave. Finding Cynric to act as a guide and guardian was easy enough. Having Aodhan trail behind them, appear when she summoned, was entirely natural.
The quest wasn't an easy one. Strangers often wanted to go back, but Invorians? None of them ever cared. Finding a wizard who even wanted to begin to make the attempt to bridge the gap was a near impossible feat. Finding what he needed took time, took effort, took the better part of a year.
She was into her eighteenth year of age when she finally closed her eyes, took a deep breath, clutched the fiddle to her chest and dug fingers into Aodhan's neck, cast a weary smile back at Cynric and stepped into what they hoped would bring her out of their world... into Johnny's.
