Post by Janissan Venroe~Durreah on Dec 19, 2010 16:08:06 GMT -5
“Dat which once was, exist nay more an Dat which is, flourishes once again wid life born anew from a seed thought bitter brown,” the goodly wife states as Janissan sips her cup of tea and smiles, nodding.
She pauses in her searching and raises a length of pink ribbon up in front of her chubby cheeks, one eye pinched shut. “So Aedon remembered jew an da lass an everythan’ didst he now my sweet?” she queries as she pops her thumb up for measuring.
Janissan blinks and sits the cup of tea down on the tiny wooden table the goodly wife had prepared for her.
“Nay all…”she pauses, blinking in contemplative thought. “He… he is unusual now. He is younger and his eyes, they are…” her words trail off, softly…unclearly.
Slowly she stands, folds her cloak around her shoulders and walks to the doorway. The winds are warmer here in the field of flowers, but still she feels a dank coldness like a shadow has just blanketed the sun.
“Aedon, my husband...my King...only remembers he has a daughter and a wife. Eli has enlightened him to that information at least, bless her sweet soul for that. He said…”
She tries to relay the words of a fortnight ago to the goodly wife, but her hands tremble across her breast as tears fall gently down her cheeks.
“What is it my dearest?” The goodly wife coos as she moves to lovingly wrap comforting arms around her.
Janissan finds herself longing for her mother’s arms as well as her own arms ache to hold Kylee once again.
She lays her hands, cold and pale, across the short, heavy hands of the goodly wife and rests her head against the lintel. They stay this way for what seems to be a… very… long… time; albeit time passes oddly in the field of flowers.
“He says,” her voice is thin and shrill with emotion when she finally speaks,” that he remembers here,” as she speaks Janissan taps the goodly wife’s hands which rest over hers against her breast. She feels her heart beating heavy within.
Her tears grow heavy and soon faint sobs begin to escape between each utterance. She lowers her head and then unhurriedly raises a finger to her brow, “It is here that Kylee and I do nay exist for him, at least nay in days hence. I think that Eli and…”She pauses and considers a …very…long…time; albeit time passes oddly in the field of flowers.
“Perhaps myself when we spoke in the garden, placed us once again in his existence, thought and mind,” she finally said when at last she spoke again.
The goodly wife moves around in front of Janissan and looks up to her, a tender smile upon her tiny heart shaped mouth.
“Does jews love da man still den yes?” She asks, dabbing at Janissan’s tears with the edges of her starched apron.
Janissan blinks and another tear escapes her fine lashes. “How couldst it be any other way? We were bound in the lands beyond time and we have stridden where mortals shall fail and returned as one. Our souls are one with Kylee.”
The goodly wife gasps, placing her thick hands on well rounded hips. Her brows meet as her face reddens and when she stamps her heavy black boot against the stone step, every insignificant odd creature of the field of flowers dive into their burrows and dens in refuge from her wrath.
“Well my word! It is either yes or it is nay! I would have it nay other way or I will have a say to place a head upon da floor I shall say…”
“Aye… Aye,” Janissan interrupts. “My, oh my, thee art tiny to harbor such a temper, if I must say,” Janissan smirks and bends down to embrace the goodly wife with a slight smile.
“Well alright den,” the goodly wife says; her anger abated. She smacks her lips twice, quite satisfied.
“Glad we settled dat” She brushes her apron down straight then looks back to Janissan. “Well?”
Janissan sniffles, arches a brow and raises her hands, palms upward. “Well what?”
“Go ye silly lass!” The tiny, goodly wife turns and mutters and groans while waddling away from Janissan along the path spreading seeds from her apron.
“Silly warriors dunno nuttin’ about lovin’. Have to tell ‘em ever’ blessed thang.”
“But…but… What doth I do?” Janissan calls after her.
From a… very…long... time… away one couldst hear, “Gah, Ye nooooof! Gooooo… and make memoriesssss”; albeit time passes oddly in the field of flowers.
She pauses in her searching and raises a length of pink ribbon up in front of her chubby cheeks, one eye pinched shut. “So Aedon remembered jew an da lass an everythan’ didst he now my sweet?” she queries as she pops her thumb up for measuring.
Janissan blinks and sits the cup of tea down on the tiny wooden table the goodly wife had prepared for her.
“Nay all…”she pauses, blinking in contemplative thought. “He… he is unusual now. He is younger and his eyes, they are…” her words trail off, softly…unclearly.
Slowly she stands, folds her cloak around her shoulders and walks to the doorway. The winds are warmer here in the field of flowers, but still she feels a dank coldness like a shadow has just blanketed the sun.
“Aedon, my husband...my King...only remembers he has a daughter and a wife. Eli has enlightened him to that information at least, bless her sweet soul for that. He said…”
She tries to relay the words of a fortnight ago to the goodly wife, but her hands tremble across her breast as tears fall gently down her cheeks.
“What is it my dearest?” The goodly wife coos as she moves to lovingly wrap comforting arms around her.
Janissan finds herself longing for her mother’s arms as well as her own arms ache to hold Kylee once again.
She lays her hands, cold and pale, across the short, heavy hands of the goodly wife and rests her head against the lintel. They stay this way for what seems to be a… very… long… time; albeit time passes oddly in the field of flowers.
“He says,” her voice is thin and shrill with emotion when she finally speaks,” that he remembers here,” as she speaks Janissan taps the goodly wife’s hands which rest over hers against her breast. She feels her heart beating heavy within.
Her tears grow heavy and soon faint sobs begin to escape between each utterance. She lowers her head and then unhurriedly raises a finger to her brow, “It is here that Kylee and I do nay exist for him, at least nay in days hence. I think that Eli and…”She pauses and considers a …very…long…time; albeit time passes oddly in the field of flowers.
“Perhaps myself when we spoke in the garden, placed us once again in his existence, thought and mind,” she finally said when at last she spoke again.
The goodly wife moves around in front of Janissan and looks up to her, a tender smile upon her tiny heart shaped mouth.
“Does jews love da man still den yes?” She asks, dabbing at Janissan’s tears with the edges of her starched apron.
Janissan blinks and another tear escapes her fine lashes. “How couldst it be any other way? We were bound in the lands beyond time and we have stridden where mortals shall fail and returned as one. Our souls are one with Kylee.”
The goodly wife gasps, placing her thick hands on well rounded hips. Her brows meet as her face reddens and when she stamps her heavy black boot against the stone step, every insignificant odd creature of the field of flowers dive into their burrows and dens in refuge from her wrath.
“Well my word! It is either yes or it is nay! I would have it nay other way or I will have a say to place a head upon da floor I shall say…”
“Aye… Aye,” Janissan interrupts. “My, oh my, thee art tiny to harbor such a temper, if I must say,” Janissan smirks and bends down to embrace the goodly wife with a slight smile.
“Well alright den,” the goodly wife says; her anger abated. She smacks her lips twice, quite satisfied.
“Glad we settled dat” She brushes her apron down straight then looks back to Janissan. “Well?”
Janissan sniffles, arches a brow and raises her hands, palms upward. “Well what?”
“Go ye silly lass!” The tiny, goodly wife turns and mutters and groans while waddling away from Janissan along the path spreading seeds from her apron.
“Silly warriors dunno nuttin’ about lovin’. Have to tell ‘em ever’ blessed thang.”
“But…but… What doth I do?” Janissan calls after her.
From a… very…long... time… away one couldst hear, “Gah, Ye nooooof! Gooooo… and make memoriesssss”; albeit time passes oddly in the field of flowers.
