Posted by * ceridwan on May 27, 2008, 9:54 pm
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And the mountains and woods / have their day, have their day;
what one in the rout / of the fire-born moods
has fallen away?
There was a vacancy in her gaze, and the child born of love and singed with ash moves blindly. She feels the despairing part of her soul cry out in song and wishes to be freed of her prison. It is emotional, of course, as nothing bonds her to the place around her; in fact she moves beyond the boundaries of the Reef and into a more peaceful setting. The garden is a haven for songbirds such as her, and she is drawn from that deep inard maelstrom by the sounds of life stirring around her restfully. The glazed look is replaced by the childish wonder that makes Ceridwan so unique, always endearing in her thrill of nature. That throbbing knot in her stomach churns painfully but she ignores it, intending only to focus her attention upon the place around her; her pain is one of aging. The youth that blossoms around her is sliding away to reveal truths she'd rather not face without the comforting bosom of a friend. And she had few of those now it seems. On her magical fantasy she had followed Michael here, leaving behind her family for an adventure, and what had happened? Michael still could not see her or her love. Jadore was friendly indeed, but she was hesitant as yet to confide herself in the mare mainly because she did not want to look a smitten fool that she knew she was. Fei was at the Range and busy with her own life. But it was not much better back home, she chastised herself. At least her heart did not squeeze for the land anymore.
It dawns her as to this place and its nature, and she recalls the name of her teacher with whom she has yet to really meet. So she seeks him out, knowing him by sight. This is the only thing she can do to assuage her burdened self, to throw her attentions into something with a substantial outcome that may improve her life and intellectual capabilities. The filly sees Pirate and makes a beeline towards him, her growing body displaying that of an adult rather than the filly she was. Luminous sable eyes stare at him with the innocent excitement of a child but the wisdom in the corners bespoke of her realization of the world. No, she was not blind to everything around her, but sometimes she chose to ignore it in order to keep herself happy. Sometimes that was all that she could do. "Pirate, my teacher," she murmurs in her musical voice, dipping her demure maw in acknowledgment of him, "I've come for my tutelage."
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