Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong
shadesong

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[Shayara]

I lie on the wall at the edge of the world.

Make myself small, make myself quiet. Evade pursuit. He'll find me. I know he will.

But I can have this first.

Solitude and sea air, and the damp of the fog.

The stone of the wall is rough-hewn; it snags my skin as I trail my fingertips across it, turn my head seaward. Wide enough to lie on. For me, if not for others.

I am small. I am powerful, I am exalted. But here, I am so small.

And cold.

Behind me, my city. Behind me, the Carnival District... my Hounds on the streets, a mockery of the Kirayth. Behind the Carnival District, the park, the Houses, the coffeeshops and the farmer's market...

Behind all of that, the wall. A perfect circle circumscribing my world.

Beyond the wall, another world. New York and Paris. Greece. China. The places I see on television, but can never visit.

They will never let me leave.

Never, never, never.
Tags: shayara, shayara.alanna
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