The Meadow in My Dreams (Sed)
Oct 3, 2015 22:53:12 GMT -7
Post by Katya Drăculea on Oct 3, 2015 22:53:12 GMT -7
Night fell quickly across the land of Arnul, something that would have once bothered her. Yet even here among the howls she knew not to fear them as she could easily defend herself now. It was with her fathers help along with Sedaiyus' teaching that she was able to come so far. Yet for all of that she still felt like she was an outsider. Despite the fact that she found a friend, that her family loved her; the people of Sylthanus considered her to be a thing. There could be no peace for her as long as she felt like some sort of outcast- forever shunned from fitting in among the rest of them. She saw it in their eyes as she passed, they either feared her or hated her and both hurt as much as the prior.
Yet here among the wild flowers she was welcome despite her destructive nature. The wind caused them to dance playfully as the grass tickled her toes with it's movement. She smiled slightly, wondering if today would be the day that she might see him once more. Every day she came back here looking for him ever since they were separated so long ago. Despite it all she remained hopefully that he was not caught and stuffed back through the hell gates to his home. While she was powerful she was not strong enough yet to breach a door so strong and to pull him out of it.
Taking a seat upon the only stump in the meadow, she fussed with her hair and the cloth of flowing red dress. Even if she would never admit it, she wanted to look her best for him and she never understood why. She knew he was a demon, she knew he was charming yet she understood very little about that sort of thing. Katya did not grasp the concept of love like others did as she had always been a little slow to understand her own feelings let alone others. Did she love her family? Sure, she had to. Did she love Sed? He was kind to her and that was what she figured love was; kindness between two people and a promise for it to remain so.
While she waited for the sun to rise she sang a song to the empty field. Her voice carried across the flowers, into the trees and if it was permitted it would have carried on into the very heavens themselves. Her voice was melancholy, the song she sang was a lament for a lost loved one whom had died in battle. She was a strange woman- while she did not feel sad she sang a sad song and on the inside it made her feel better.