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Posted by nyota on March 5, 2009, 2:22 am
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Once the reunion was complete (or, simply, they were satisfied for now), Holden just had to ask-
“Where’s Dad?”
Nyota’s heart did a triple salchow at the thought of him; indeed, multiple figure eights wrapped around and around her chest when she thought of those green eyes. How long it had been since she had seen them – or, even been able to think of them! Being a tree for a year does not exactly make for coherent thought, you see. The Polestar pressed her lips into Holden’s mane and laughed.
“Only he knows.” But that was folly, because they always Knew. She smiled, then, because she knew they were was finally free and that in the end, things would work out as they’d always said they would. She had already thought about Renfield and Choke, lost somewhere in the ebb and flow of the Element. She could not even smell them now – and perhaps, they weren’t there at all. But without them, her testosterone-dominated family was incomplete and she Knew (oh, how she hoped!) they had to be there somewhere.
After Holden had fallen asleep in the gentle embrace of their familiar tree, still inquiring as to the whereabouts of his other family members, Kivuli wrapped around his ankles delicately, the older ones stood at the edge of the tree line. Anatole spoke in quiet whispers, flame curling subtly around his ears as he told Nyota exactly what had happened that night that he’d left. “She’ll understand won’t she?” Nyota nodded quietly, reassuring her eldest son. They’d all been in it together; undoubtedly, she would understand. Anatole, finally empty of stories from their journey (except for one, which he did not want to tell now - or, perhaps ever), turned his soft eyes onto his mother.
“It’s getting late,” he said, his voice concerned. It brought a smile to her lips and her head slipped downwards in a nod. Anatole continued on, “Things have changed, Nyota. Scary things come out at night nowadays.”
The Polestar laughed then.
“That’s what I’m hoping for.”
And so she went to Desreal. It seemed, then, that everything would end where it had begun.
“I haven’t dreamt in a year,” she whispered into the darkness. It did not scare her anymore, this place.
She waited.
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