My heart felt empty as I took Fian's arm and walked the first steps away from the group. I was struggling to keep my emotions intact, concentrating on the step of my feet on the hot ground, the warmth of Fian's grip upon my forearm.
My ears struggled to hear one word from her lips, but could hear nothing bar the hiss of the ocean waves and the busy noise of the port.
I cannot tell how I managed to keep the block on my emotions while I was around her: I could feel her need to open to me, to share her thoughts but selfishly, I closed myself away, ever aware of the nature of my emotions.
Elspeth. Footsteps crunch on the sandy soil. The shadow of the Earthtemple was cool upon my head. The feel of her soft skin was under the tips of my fingers. She had left me with a smile; her lips burning into my fingertips so that they trembled. Her hair felt like the softest, finest threads, her eyelashes brushed against my palms. My blind eyes useless as my fingers sought to memorise her, to keep her in my mind so that I may never forget her.
But that would be impossible.
The ground was cool underneath my feet. The Earthtemple, I could feel it in front of me and I could smell the earthy scent of the rock. Her smell wove its way through the spices and salt of Sador. I couldn't ever forget her. I am sure that it would be impossible.
How she had blossomed! The tender bloom of love between her and Rushton had opened wide and it was evident in every move she made. Her emotions, her excitement made my heart ache. Who was I to want to crush this bloom? My blind hands are too feeble, I know that only Rushton's would bring her such joy. And I am only poor, blind Dameon.
Elspeth, guild mistress of the Farseekers and ravek of Rushton, Master of Obernewtyn: such a powerful pair. A guild master of the Empaths does not stand a chance over the person that has given the misfit's a place to grow. The Elspeth that I left is so different from the suspicious orphan that entered my life and changed it so that nothing will ever be the same.
I can see that this was always the way that this would end. As Rushton's confidant, I had heard his desires, his wishes. And how I had cried inside.
The Earthtemple's walls are rough under my fingers as Fian and I go deep into its rock.
I feel swept away. I knew that I would never be any contest for Elspeth's hand. Rushton was never one to let what he wants slip through his fingers.
The ship sails out, I am told. I can imagine them, Rushton holding her close, she safe in his embrace. Would she be thinking of me? No, her thoughts would be on the sway of Rushton's body, the feel of his rough hands on her skin. Thoughts of the bond-night bed, soft whispers, gentle caresses…
How I wish it was me.
I feel the cool of the Earthtemple sink into my skin and I dream of her. She's gone, I just hope that, with time, my heart will heal.
My ears struggled to hear one word from her lips, but could hear nothing bar the hiss of the ocean waves and the busy noise of the port.
I cannot tell how I managed to keep the block on my emotions while I was around her: I could feel her need to open to me, to share her thoughts but selfishly, I closed myself away, ever aware of the nature of my emotions.
Elspeth. Footsteps crunch on the sandy soil. The shadow of the Earthtemple was cool upon my head. The feel of her soft skin was under the tips of my fingers. She had left me with a smile; her lips burning into my fingertips so that they trembled. Her hair felt like the softest, finest threads, her eyelashes brushed against my palms. My blind eyes useless as my fingers sought to memorise her, to keep her in my mind so that I may never forget her.
But that would be impossible.
The ground was cool underneath my feet. The Earthtemple, I could feel it in front of me and I could smell the earthy scent of the rock. Her smell wove its way through the spices and salt of Sador. I couldn't ever forget her. I am sure that it would be impossible.
How she had blossomed! The tender bloom of love between her and Rushton had opened wide and it was evident in every move she made. Her emotions, her excitement made my heart ache. Who was I to want to crush this bloom? My blind hands are too feeble, I know that only Rushton's would bring her such joy. And I am only poor, blind Dameon.
Elspeth, guild mistress of the Farseekers and ravek of Rushton, Master of Obernewtyn: such a powerful pair. A guild master of the Empaths does not stand a chance over the person that has given the misfit's a place to grow. The Elspeth that I left is so different from the suspicious orphan that entered my life and changed it so that nothing will ever be the same.
I can see that this was always the way that this would end. As Rushton's confidant, I had heard his desires, his wishes. And how I had cried inside.
The Earthtemple's walls are rough under my fingers as Fian and I go deep into its rock.
I feel swept away. I knew that I would never be any contest for Elspeth's hand. Rushton was never one to let what he wants slip through his fingers.
The ship sails out, I am told. I can imagine them, Rushton holding her close, she safe in his embrace. Would she be thinking of me? No, her thoughts would be on the sway of Rushton's body, the feel of his rough hands on her skin. Thoughts of the bond-night bed, soft whispers, gentle caresses…
How I wish it was me.
I feel the cool of the Earthtemple sink into my skin and I dream of her. She's gone, I just hope that, with time, my heart will heal.
