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Posted by s t y m i e; on January 26, 2009, 10:16 pm
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There are many ghosts in Desreal.
The nightingale-child Stymie may be one of them.
She doesn’t remember when the title “Stymie” became attached to her. She’s not sure if it’s her actual name, and if it is, it’s an ironic sort of play on words. A Stymie is an impassible obstruction. Anything that combines the genes of Alshain and Kurai inside one creature has to be such a paradox.
She is only understood by her brother Baraqel, and even he must leave much up to faith and speculation. She drifts, wanders a bit like a lost cloud or shadow, but she is not lonely, for she has around her companions that are either imagined by her or overlooked by everyone else. They say that Desreal is a forlorn place at night, but Stymie wanders the forests with a careless ease, and she is surrounded by the very shades that the fear. She is, after all, daughter of the greatest of them.
She does not distinguish between cold shade and warm, living creature. They are the same in her mind, and she isn’t sure which category she fits into.
She met a friend the other day. Her name was Alanna, and she reminded Stymie of a bird. They are both bird-like, in a sense – distantly related (or so one of Them told Stymie), nightingale and mockingbird.
Behind you.
Stymie stops. She puzzles, inclining her delicate head to one side, a cascade of silken raven forelock cascading across one emerald eye.
Turn around.
“What?” she murmurs, to the voice that stopped her. “Nightshade, what-?” she asks, but then, she pauses.
Nightshade is gone – this doesn’t surprise her, it happens often – and there is another dark shape behind her. Equine, now.
Ghost of Desreal or otherwise, Stymie doesn’t know this one. “Oh,” she says, laughing, aware now of why Nightshade distracted her. “Hello, there. I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. Who are you?” her emerald eyes shine with that detached, spectral innocence.
KURAI x AQUILA || LIGHTNING I2
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