Post by sanguine on May 25, 2006 23:34:05 GMT -5
I held my mother's soft hands and wondered why I didn't have more tears for her. I kissed my mother's hands over and over waiting for them to come. My father came in behind me and placed a kiss on my black curls.
"Papa, why can't I cry like I want for her." I whispered. He smiled wanly at me and sighed.
"It is because you are strong like her." He sat down on the bed that held my mother's slight frame. "What will we do without her little one, you and I?" he asked. I didn't have an answer to that. I knew what I wanted to do...I simply wanted to move forward and do the best I could. I gazed at my father with the dark violet eyes I recieved from him and smiled with all the joy a child of eight could hold.
"We'll keep moving Papa." I said. He laughed softly.
"Yes Avariel we will, but how shall we do it little one?" He scratched his graying beard and stroked my mother's hair gently. "Shall we do it away from here? Shall we go into Night's Doorstep and fend for ourselves? Shall we go to where I grew up in Namarre?" I held my breathe at those options. Leave? I couldn't do that. In two years I would undergo the ceremony that meant I would truly be a servant of Naamah. I could truly worship as my mother had. I cried then. The tears spilled from my wide dark eyes and wouldn't stop. It was all real. It took the thought of being parted from the life I knew with her to make them come but come they did. My father looked down at me with deep concern and he knew where I wanted to be. His arms circled around me and pulled me close to him.
"My darling little one, I'm so sorry. I had no idea that this meant so much to you."
"I can't leave papa. I won't. I want to serve." I cried. I tried to look at my mother's face, but was denied by my vision as it blurred and watered. No matter how much I wiped my eyes, no matter how much my father kissed my tears away, I could not stop crying.
"We won't leave little one." He said. "In two years you will be learning the ways of Naamah. In ten you will be one of the best adepts in Jasmine, like your mother." I smiled at him through the tears. I had no ambitions of being that good, but I did want to be good. I looked at my mother again and nodded. Yes I would do my best without her, but it wouldn't have been as good as it could have been with her...
"Papa, why can't I cry like I want for her." I whispered. He smiled wanly at me and sighed.
"It is because you are strong like her." He sat down on the bed that held my mother's slight frame. "What will we do without her little one, you and I?" he asked. I didn't have an answer to that. I knew what I wanted to do...I simply wanted to move forward and do the best I could. I gazed at my father with the dark violet eyes I recieved from him and smiled with all the joy a child of eight could hold.
"We'll keep moving Papa." I said. He laughed softly.
"Yes Avariel we will, but how shall we do it little one?" He scratched his graying beard and stroked my mother's hair gently. "Shall we do it away from here? Shall we go into Night's Doorstep and fend for ourselves? Shall we go to where I grew up in Namarre?" I held my breathe at those options. Leave? I couldn't do that. In two years I would undergo the ceremony that meant I would truly be a servant of Naamah. I could truly worship as my mother had. I cried then. The tears spilled from my wide dark eyes and wouldn't stop. It was all real. It took the thought of being parted from the life I knew with her to make them come but come they did. My father looked down at me with deep concern and he knew where I wanted to be. His arms circled around me and pulled me close to him.
"My darling little one, I'm so sorry. I had no idea that this meant so much to you."
"I can't leave papa. I won't. I want to serve." I cried. I tried to look at my mother's face, but was denied by my vision as it blurred and watered. No matter how much I wiped my eyes, no matter how much my father kissed my tears away, I could not stop crying.
"We won't leave little one." He said. "In two years you will be learning the ways of Naamah. In ten you will be one of the best adepts in Jasmine, like your mother." I smiled at him through the tears. I had no ambitions of being that good, but I did want to be good. I looked at my mother again and nodded. Yes I would do my best without her, but it wouldn't have been as good as it could have been with her...