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She sat there, pale and motionless as the salty breeze from the isle's cliff side broke against her frigged body. A faint whisper of winter ran up her spine kissing her milky skin with goosebumps. Sage eyes flickered from the worn spot her stick had drawn in the ground to the horizon the sea hugged. Endless it seemed, the pale blue darkened grey waters that brutally rushed against the rocks below. Some days she sang like a siren to the watery grave as if to calm its anger but relentless was it in might and strength. Wisps of silvery blond tangled as they floated across her face, a face worn with pain. Youth aged by the cruelty of man kind. Had she become the Little Lily of the Isle's become tainted by hatred and malice? The politics of man were immaterial, bickering over possessions not their own. Was it too extraordinary of an idea to accept that man owns nothing of the world but himself? As the arguments crossed her mind, the hope for humility and growth faded. A silent tear fell from the corner of her eye, drawing a soft pink mark of pain down her cheek. Her lip would not quiver with sadness nor would pain brush the inexorable reserve of her face. Sayuri had become nearly as grey with grief as the statues of angels in the chapel. Man had abandoned their oath to the ancestors.
Shifting under the shaw that hung around her shoulders, Sayuri brought it closer to her neck to conceal warmth. The sun was fading from the sky and the dusty clouds of stars could just faintly be made out against the darkening sky. Luna would rise slowly from the other side, waning in all her ivory glory. Tonight she burned with a halo of red as if sharing in Sayrui's heartache. Though the hour was becoming late she didn't want to leave the moon. Was it lonely at night with the stars so far away? Was it as lonely as the little Lily?
Sometime during the night Sayrui had fallen asleep on the moss covered rock she'd occupied, the sound of the ocean below and the veil of the pale moonlight as a guardian easing her to a relaxed slumber. He had watched her from the forest silhouette. She had sang a soft lullaby before drifting off as if to sing the Moon to sleep. How delicate her voice was, quivering every so often when the words touched her soul. A Goddess with petal soft flesh and vibrant fire stone eyes...so fragile and beautiful. Micah's dark locks shadowed his eyes which seemed to burn like hot embers, the only light that emanated from the shadowed corner of the forest. Stepping out of his cloaked hiding he crept soundlessly to the exhausted creature. Kneeling by her, Micah watched as her body slowly rose and fell with sleep, a soft pulse in her neck beating to the rhythm of a steady heartbeat. It was faint...did she pass when asleep and awake in rebirth? Reaching out, his slender fingers curled around silky strands of her hair. Soft, fine and faintly smelling of rose.
'Dream, and I will be waiting for you..' Micah whispered into her ear, his breath warm against her neck. Sayuri inhaled deeply and murmmered as she released the breath. 'Angel..'
A dark figure under the falling blanket of snow. Snow? Winter is a few months away...it is warm still...but snow? Hello? I can't see your face! Who are you?
Micah turned to face her and she stopped. The snowflakes melted against her cheeks yet clung to the tips of her eyelashes, and veiled over her hair.
You're so beautiful...What is your name Angel?
Sayuri reached up to caress his cheek but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her. Smiling he touched hers instead
So soft and kind. 'Wake up Little Lily...the sun is coming'
What? But I just..
The dawn broke across the land. She hissed with irritation as the light blinded her momentarily. |
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