I have always felt the calling, in many forms and in many voices. Upon the breeze and in the leaves, it has yearned for me, and I for it. I had recently identified the calling as another person, the two of us directed by Fate. As I spoke the the Unknown on the wind, I would feel her thoughts smile at mine, and in this way, across miles of landscape, we were together. Every urge that tugged me forward was done by this calling, and I lived for the feel of the happy thoughts that would ensue should our silent and faint conversation start. After some time, we were so close that I knew if I looked at the Moon, she would be as well.
I am to travel to a city in the East, a delegate of the mountainous valleys my people inhabit. The Princess on the Wind, for it was forever at my back, guiding me. Always, the calling took forms that would appear whether I understood them or not. As my journey ended between the division of the country, I descended the walkway. A family waited for me, smiling, holding a brightly coloured sign with my name on it, elaborated with flowers and cars of the crudest yet most endearing variety, courtesy of the young children that stood proudly next to their makers. Love and contentedness emanated from them like the warmth from the summer rain. Graciously, they accepted me into their presence as we continued toward where I was to stay for the duration of my learning. As we drove, I noticed something, or rather, someone was missing in the seat beside the youngest boy. An aura remained there that I was surprised to discover the children could feel. They became happier and giggled at what their parents thought was nothing but air. As we approached their home, I felt the sense of someone inside connecting with the aura that remained in the vehicle. A girl.
Suddenly, the calling becomes as overwhelming as bells, as if I were in danger. Yet I sense no danger here. I quiet my mind as much as possible to try and understand, and the clang becomes a gentle dinging. The girl did not come to the airport with her family because her thoughts are swirling and though she senses my immediate presence, her mind cannot comprehend it as quickly as her instincts can, or else she denies the possibility.
I learn as we approach the house that the family has given me her room, not out of my own request, but of the need to be polite to a daughter of the West, so ambient in quiet and open spaces. Her siblings gleefully inform me that she is nothing short of impressed, and I enter house. She converges upon my path in order to climb the stairs, clearly lost in the turmoil of her mind... She sees me, and, suddenly! it stops, and I only know this because the constant whispering and direction that occupies me forever has ceased in my mind as well.
She doesn't move. I don't breathe, and I will never understand how I managed to breathe again. My entire purpose ended there, the calling stopped and I would have fallen to my death more content than the happiest person. Her mouth gasps and stays open, but I thoroughly control my reaction to one of absolute subtlety while I take in the appearance of the one who was once Unknown. The blue eyes, ruddy brown hair, the bow of her lip and the peak of her hair that meets the brow. I approach her without thinking, reaching out to touch her cheek, to bring her closer to me. My existence is dependent on the touch I am about to experience. She reaches for me as well, but the pale blue of the walls dims my mind enough to suddenly see peripherally again and I return to my senses, aware that her family is watching us, gaping at our mutual reactions. Steadying myself, though I knew that I might as well have been carved from stone for the amount I would ever move away from this creature, I reach and shake her hand instead of grabbing her as I had originally intended, introducing myself. Her hand shakes, but more importantly, it arcs into mine as if we were molded to hold each other's hands from the moment we were crafted. As she remembers to breathe, she reveals her name to be Kaitlynn.
**
It is an odd feeling to have your entire being feel completed of it's purpose, and then to kick start again. As I settled my stare from our conjoined hands back onto the yellow tinge within her irises, my heart started to beat again, although it was a painfully fast thudding. This shock to my vitals reminded me that my family was watching us in plain confusion. Although they had always respected my decisions, they had never witnessed an event that had just taken place between myself and this, this... Lady. She looked as if she were descended from a world of imagination, from the pale white of her skin, the rose that seemed dusted upon her face, and those inexplicable eyes. As I offered to escort her to my--her-- room, I remarked that even the way she moved, spoke, and observed were as if she was something ethereal who did not take out world seriously. Yet as our eyes met again, there was no lightness involved. Nothing seemed more gloriously obvious to us than each other. When we arrived in the humble room, I set her things by the bed and she paced around the small domain, a quiet smile on her lips. Never did her steps stray more than a few paces from my own person though, and I felt that if they did I would fall off of the edge of the world. Suddenly, she ceased her pacing and did a ninety degree turn to stand directly in front of me. I felt the blood swirl in my cheeks under her gaze, and, although I was loathe to do it, I turned away from her scrutiny, the human part of me winning out for the moment.
She must have been disappointed with my reaction, for she reached out and placed her hand on my bare arm as an intended motion of comfort. But comfort did not ensue the action, instead, shock that manifested itself into an electrical tinge along my spine reverberated throughout my entire being. I grabbed her hand, not wanting her to ever let go. The widening of her eyes informed my knowledge that she had felt a similar physical reaction to our touch. Abruptly, she pulled her hand away, and I felt the darkness deepen until she used her voice to once again light the earth.
"Have you always heard me?"
Throughout days and nights, I had heard her, but never as I could have imagined. A wordless connection had enveloped us when we had been thousands of miles apart, transcending the need to even understand each other's human identities. All that we needed to know that there were two parts of us that were somehow joined in the calling of the wind and the reflection in the dew. I had heard her as long as I had chosen to listen, and responded to her question accordingly by taking both her hands in mine and breathing a "Yes" into each palm.
I am to travel to a city in the East, a delegate of the mountainous valleys my people inhabit. The Princess on the Wind, for it was forever at my back, guiding me. Always, the calling took forms that would appear whether I understood them or not. As my journey ended between the division of the country, I descended the walkway. A family waited for me, smiling, holding a brightly coloured sign with my name on it, elaborated with flowers and cars of the crudest yet most endearing variety, courtesy of the young children that stood proudly next to their makers. Love and contentedness emanated from them like the warmth from the summer rain. Graciously, they accepted me into their presence as we continued toward where I was to stay for the duration of my learning. As we drove, I noticed something, or rather, someone was missing in the seat beside the youngest boy. An aura remained there that I was surprised to discover the children could feel. They became happier and giggled at what their parents thought was nothing but air. As we approached their home, I felt the sense of someone inside connecting with the aura that remained in the vehicle. A girl.
Suddenly, the calling becomes as overwhelming as bells, as if I were in danger. Yet I sense no danger here. I quiet my mind as much as possible to try and understand, and the clang becomes a gentle dinging. The girl did not come to the airport with her family because her thoughts are swirling and though she senses my immediate presence, her mind cannot comprehend it as quickly as her instincts can, or else she denies the possibility.
I learn as we approach the house that the family has given me her room, not out of my own request, but of the need to be polite to a daughter of the West, so ambient in quiet and open spaces. Her siblings gleefully inform me that she is nothing short of impressed, and I enter house. She converges upon my path in order to climb the stairs, clearly lost in the turmoil of her mind... She sees me, and, suddenly! it stops, and I only know this because the constant whispering and direction that occupies me forever has ceased in my mind as well.
She doesn't move. I don't breathe, and I will never understand how I managed to breathe again. My entire purpose ended there, the calling stopped and I would have fallen to my death more content than the happiest person. Her mouth gasps and stays open, but I thoroughly control my reaction to one of absolute subtlety while I take in the appearance of the one who was once Unknown. The blue eyes, ruddy brown hair, the bow of her lip and the peak of her hair that meets the brow. I approach her without thinking, reaching out to touch her cheek, to bring her closer to me. My existence is dependent on the touch I am about to experience. She reaches for me as well, but the pale blue of the walls dims my mind enough to suddenly see peripherally again and I return to my senses, aware that her family is watching us, gaping at our mutual reactions. Steadying myself, though I knew that I might as well have been carved from stone for the amount I would ever move away from this creature, I reach and shake her hand instead of grabbing her as I had originally intended, introducing myself. Her hand shakes, but more importantly, it arcs into mine as if we were molded to hold each other's hands from the moment we were crafted. As she remembers to breathe, she reveals her name to be Kaitlynn.
**
It is an odd feeling to have your entire being feel completed of it's purpose, and then to kick start again. As I settled my stare from our conjoined hands back onto the yellow tinge within her irises, my heart started to beat again, although it was a painfully fast thudding. This shock to my vitals reminded me that my family was watching us in plain confusion. Although they had always respected my decisions, they had never witnessed an event that had just taken place between myself and this, this... Lady. She looked as if she were descended from a world of imagination, from the pale white of her skin, the rose that seemed dusted upon her face, and those inexplicable eyes. As I offered to escort her to my--her-- room, I remarked that even the way she moved, spoke, and observed were as if she was something ethereal who did not take out world seriously. Yet as our eyes met again, there was no lightness involved. Nothing seemed more gloriously obvious to us than each other. When we arrived in the humble room, I set her things by the bed and she paced around the small domain, a quiet smile on her lips. Never did her steps stray more than a few paces from my own person though, and I felt that if they did I would fall off of the edge of the world. Suddenly, she ceased her pacing and did a ninety degree turn to stand directly in front of me. I felt the blood swirl in my cheeks under her gaze, and, although I was loathe to do it, I turned away from her scrutiny, the human part of me winning out for the moment.
She must have been disappointed with my reaction, for she reached out and placed her hand on my bare arm as an intended motion of comfort. But comfort did not ensue the action, instead, shock that manifested itself into an electrical tinge along my spine reverberated throughout my entire being. I grabbed her hand, not wanting her to ever let go. The widening of her eyes informed my knowledge that she had felt a similar physical reaction to our touch. Abruptly, she pulled her hand away, and I felt the darkness deepen until she used her voice to once again light the earth.
"Have you always heard me?"
Throughout days and nights, I had heard her, but never as I could have imagined. A wordless connection had enveloped us when we had been thousands of miles apart, transcending the need to even understand each other's human identities. All that we needed to know that there were two parts of us that were somehow joined in the calling of the wind and the reflection in the dew. I had heard her as long as I had chosen to listen, and responded to her question accordingly by taking both her hands in mine and breathing a "Yes" into each palm.
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