Posted by .indira on February 5, 2009, 3:19 pm, in reply to "INDIRA -- the songbirds sings endlessly" I N D I R A
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I watch her carefully, not that I am afraid she will attack, or anything of the sort. She seems to me like the water, calm and easy, and I do not fear her in that way. not that I entirely fear her in any way...Perhaps it is more an intimidation. She seems to me ancient, though by looks she is hardly that, still youthful and pretty. IHer presence carries a weight, akin to the importance I had sensed radiating from Lecter and Enchant. She is important, at least I assume she is. And she knows, there is knowledge flowing behind those clear eyes. I smile hesitantly. No, I am not afraid of her...more, afraid of failing her. She speaks and I can only meekly smile at her compliment, that I have taken her invasion of my thoughts so well. I wish I could take it, however I know better. It is not that I am not surprised by it, but that it is only one of a thousand things that boggles my mind and I simply feel as though I am drowning. Perhaps if that were all I had to concentrate on, I would be defensive and uniimpressed. My thoughts were my own, after all. But that seems to be the least of my worries for now. As she nudges me I move to walk beside her, wondering briefly if she has noticed my leg and whether it bothers her. I wonder if she thinks it will hold me back. I wonder if she can know that my leg is what has pushed me this far. If I cannot be physically strong, I will make up for it with mental strength. Instead of the warrior, I will be the politian. Words will be my sword. But of course she cannot know this, the trepidation I feel whenever I meet someone new (will they caste me aside for my diability? Will they judge me?). But then again, she has the power of seeing my inner most thoughts...I wonder if she still rummages. Are there rules, morals about such things? I know I, for one, would be timid to go searching through another's thoughts.
My inner dialogue quiets as she gives me the basics. her words are like nourishment and I devour them as though I have not eaten in years. I hang off each syllable and store it to my memory banks, knowing this was only the beginning of my journey. There was so much to learn, and here within this quiet garden, Huyuna is only scratching the surface. And then she says something that takes me off guard. I pause, cating my questioning eyes to her. "So...You mean I will be able to read minds?" My voice mimicks the incedulous feelings inside of me. It seemed so utterly impossible. "It all seems so...Unreal, Huyuna. I mean, how could I possibly..." I trail off, allowing the meaning of her words to sink in, garpplong with the confusion that settles on my mind. I realise quickly that I will get nowhere reasonign with the idea...Perhaps it is better simply to trust. Blind faith, terrifying as the thought it. I move off again, returning to the slow, easy walk we had begun before I had stopped and stammered out my confusion. She continues, and I relax into the rhytmic sound of her voice. She begins to speak of the Elements and that is when again I must stop short, realizing she has mistaken me. Before I consider allowing her to continue I correct her. "I have never been to Andarin, but the way you speak of it I should like to see the mountains. I am from Ni'Srilan, you say there are mostly lightening and fire elements there. I think now I begin to understand one of my companion's jokes." I smile, remembering back to Cyan's comment on how the commander electrocuted the oasis. Obvously, whoever he was, did in fact control electricity. "Is there a reason not many choose earth? Or...I guess, have earth choose them?" Though she has not voiced it I am beginning to relaize that in fact those here do not have much control over their fates, that the Elements who I know so little of, have more control than I ever might have imagined. As Huyuna speaks of rain I allow my eyes to lift to the sky, which in fact is now encroached upon my storm clouds. "You are water, aren't you?" My gaze has returned to the mare, again noticing the liquidity of her very makeup, and connecting this to her sensing the coming rain. I begin to wonder if the mroe I know, the bigger a mystery this all will seem,
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