Post by alysen on Jan 25, 2007 15:27:23 GMT -5
I encountered many other among the Wretched. I had no idea so many Fae had been cast from the lands. Some of them were even thrown from the Seelie court like me. Amazing.
It is so difficult to be among so many humans, all slowly dying. I fear if we stay long enough, we will begin to die as well.
Sometimes, when I'm alone, I think I can feel it. Deep in my bones there are small aches and yesterday, my left knee creaked when I crossed the room to feed my finches. I check the mirror every morning for signs - - greying hair, fine lines or the dulling of my eyes.
Nothing yet, but who knows when my Death might creep closer while I'm looking away?
Kiernan wants to use his barbaric blood rituals to return us to the Fae lands. As much as I would love to return, I wouldn't be accepted in the grace of my court.
Perhaps I would be granted a quick death, rather than this time-obsessed culture of morbidity.
I suppose going to the Unseelie court is an option, but then what? I live out the rest of my existance surrounded by monsters, child-slaughterers, baby-eaters and lakes of blood?
What is the point of returning if I cannot live among the shining beauty of the Glittering Throng? At least here, among the humans, the sun is shining sometimes.
How quickly all the Fae fell to fighting and hurling bits of the Mists at each other. We are truly fallen...wretched. At least in The Lands, there are rules and duels called when one is offended. Here, there is nothing. Just the rule of might and anger.
No wonder the Unseelie triumph.
I composed a poem today for Tae. I'm calling it, "Tae Windlass, In the River of my Heart"
Undo me, my garments are in pain.
Now I must crawl naked to your heart.
Can I not find there a place to lie?
Lovers' kisses linger when they part.
Even so, I shall with you remain.
It is so difficult to be among so many humans, all slowly dying. I fear if we stay long enough, we will begin to die as well.
Sometimes, when I'm alone, I think I can feel it. Deep in my bones there are small aches and yesterday, my left knee creaked when I crossed the room to feed my finches. I check the mirror every morning for signs - - greying hair, fine lines or the dulling of my eyes.
Nothing yet, but who knows when my Death might creep closer while I'm looking away?
Kiernan wants to use his barbaric blood rituals to return us to the Fae lands. As much as I would love to return, I wouldn't be accepted in the grace of my court.
Perhaps I would be granted a quick death, rather than this time-obsessed culture of morbidity.
I suppose going to the Unseelie court is an option, but then what? I live out the rest of my existance surrounded by monsters, child-slaughterers, baby-eaters and lakes of blood?
What is the point of returning if I cannot live among the shining beauty of the Glittering Throng? At least here, among the humans, the sun is shining sometimes.
How quickly all the Fae fell to fighting and hurling bits of the Mists at each other. We are truly fallen...wretched. At least in The Lands, there are rules and duels called when one is offended. Here, there is nothing. Just the rule of might and anger.
No wonder the Unseelie triumph.
I composed a poem today for Tae. I'm calling it, "Tae Windlass, In the River of my Heart"
Undo me, my garments are in pain.
Now I must crawl naked to your heart.
Can I not find there a place to lie?
Lovers' kisses linger when they part.
Even so, I shall with you remain.