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Silver Swirls of Another Life
The feast was grand as the Clan celebrated the union of the young couple. He watched and smiled at their happiness, their playfulness with each other. He laughed as the chief's young son and his "brother," unfamiliar with the ways of love frustrated the young couple with their questions. The Clan was happy and so was he. At least, he was happy until his "mother" showed up at his side. The stout, dark skin woman was, in truth at least sixty years his junior, and though she did not look old enough to have borne him, she was one of the few who accepted him upon his arrival years ago and had adopted him as her "son."
"So, Jimba, when are you going to find yourself a good woman?" Luce asked as she sat next to him. He rolled his eyes. It had been ten years now since his arrival, and though they lived together the entire time, neither he or Luce even considered the possibility that they might be more than friends. Or rather mother and child… and Spirits, does she mother me. He thought.
"There are plenty good looking young women who would just love to…" He sighed frustrated. Flashes and swirls of silver erupted in his memory, effectively turning out the prattle he had heard from her repeatedly.
Long silver hair swirled in his mind as he held her close—far closer than he should have for a simple waltz. The smile on her face and dancing in her violet eyes told him that she did not mind the breech of protocol.
Soft silver hair slid through his fingers as they parted, relishing the moment of their first kiss. He knew then that it would most definitely not be their last. He watched her serene face; silver lashes shrouding her brilliant eyes, as a wide grin spread over her features.
Shimmering silver hair, pulled back in a delicate bun, shining in the moonlight as he walked her home. Her eyes wide with surprise as he slipped the silver ring on her finger. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she whispered "yes" in his ear.
Bright silver hair set in curls and positioned ornately on her head as he lifted the veil to see her eyes glistening with happy tears. The giggling grin on her face brought tears to his own gray eyes as he whispered four words that had changed his world.
Glistening silver hair brushed his face as he held her exhausted, but sated, body against his after the first time they made love. Her voice was soft in his ear and her breath was warm against his skin as she collapsed on top of him and whispered her heart to him.
Sweat-soaked silver hair streaked her face as they welcomed their child—their daughter into the world. Her eyes were beaming with happiness as she watched the infant feeding at her breast.
Tear-stained silver hair soaked his coat on their last good bye.
Stiff and lifeless silver hair he had imagined she would wear upon her internment when he had heard of her passing.
Anna, I love you.
"I think I've got plenty of time to worry about that, Mother." He answered Luce, upon return to the celebration around him.
"If you say so, Jimba. Though I would like to be a grandmother eventually, you know. And a man a handsome as yourself shouldn't be alone." He chuckled at the compliment before his smile turned sad.
Silver swirled in his memory once more as visions of his little silver maiden, his little princess and want-to-be knight dancing down the broad avenue, skipping and laughing in her carefree way flooded his mind.
My little Chris… I am so sorry. One day I hope you understand.
He looked back to his new family and the happiness they were celebrating—a joy he no longer shared.
He retreated quietly from the feast and found himself staring pensively at the full moon, as it bathed the night in silver.