Ma'Killos àüçéb:Chapter 13
Every soul has a bond with another. Weather it be a animal, or human, the soul is one. The soul, the unfathomable creature each being is, yet does not know. The soul, a thing you must search to find, but you always have.
Some beings are said to have no soul.
I tell you, this is not so, for weather dark or good, hidden or open, there is a soul that claims all of us. Maybe it is then some wish that things so like them, or so unlike them, to not be resembling them in such an uncanny way. Maybe all people of the Three Realms like to doubt what has been sent by the Divine?
Rayvn woke from her placid dream sweating. She did not like the feeling of unrest the questions her dream had stirred.
Was it her dream?
~'Twas not.~ Jaguar.
Rayvn pulled the covers over her head. "Leave me alone," She thought, not bothering to gather the power to produce a direct link of communication.
Nothing. Sweet, peaceful, nothing.
"Stop jittering like a simple fool Salus!" Orev chuckled dangerously, pushing a strand of his long frost-like hair behind his ear impaciently.
The shadow erupted fiercely into a dazzling vision, and in it's place, a girl stood. Her hair was very long, but it did not occur to be a color- or maybe it was the drawing ebony of her eyes and the kohl lashes and brows that set you off-place.
"Don't order me." Her voice filled the place, but it was uncertain if her full red lips moved.
Orev relaxed, grinning like the fool he had implored her to be. "You should listen to your laird, Salus..."
"Rayvn!" Rayvn jerked from her vision alertedly, to a voice she did not reconize.
Slowly, as she stared at her stirrers face, she remembered all. It was Raylet.
But why did her dream-had it truly been just a dream?- fade? She could hardly remember Orv-- What had been his name?
"Rayvn, Rayvn!" Raylet growled, and she turned sharply to him.
"What?" She demanded, "I was having a... a werid dream."
Raylet shook his head angrily, "His dream."
She laughed, sitting up. "Don't kid yourself."
"I do not, you kid yourself. It is part of binding. The words are, 'Soul to mind, and will to thought, bound by emotions, you are brought as one by the pierced will of another'. But it does not stop there, Rayvn, for those are not the only words for the binding, but the only ones which truly need to be said."
"How would you know?" Rayvn snapped tiredly.
Raylet look taken back for a moment, but then he recovered. "I have had a binding. In the sense of a wedding ceremony, yes, but not with the comittment."
Rayvn shrugged, "Alright. So you know? Besides, it was a nice dream, Raylet-"
"I do know," Raylet snapped, "He knows too. Now tell him to stop it, and get some rest."
Raylet waited, and Rayvn amusedly closed her eyes, before realizing she had no idea how to tell him. She surfaced the thought, "Can you hear this?"
~What?~ His voice was alarmed, caught off-gaurd. Rayvn liked that, for she could catch him mentally, when before she could not catch him physically.
"Why are you dreaming that?" She grinned amid the array of thin and heavy covers.
~You mean why was I? Because I was.~ Jaguar snapped groggily.
Rayvn shrugged to herself, muttering a curse under her breath, and fell back into the seductive web of hazy sleep.
"Salus, stop this," Orevi pushed at her gently, pulling away his own mouth, his eyes black as the pelt of a dark, sleek, large feline.
Salus chuckled dangerously, pulling back herself, and slipped from the couch, standing and streaching with a mixture of boredom and wry humor on her face. Orevi relaxed back into the dark couch, and it darked agianst the pale of his hair. Silently, looking around to the soft browns of the room, Salus moved to a nearby bookcase with dusty leather-bound books on the shelves, her mouth slightly parting.
Swiftly, Orvei vanished, appearing hazy and catching agianst the room colors, standing behind Salus. Her pale, slim hand smoothed to the color of washed marble as her hand reached to touch a book which was torn slightly at the binding, it's maroon color lessened within a thin layer of gray, wispy dust, in the low dance of the candlelight.
"I used to think you only àüçéb me for my collection of books," The word àüçéb was immediately translated into married in a distant part of Rayvn.
Salus's hand fell to her side, and her lips closed, and curved into a grin, "Partly."
He laid his cheek agianst hers, encircling his arms around her form with the grin of a guttersnipe. "And what else may I ask, Lady Ma'Killos?"
Rayvn jerked from her dream, eyes wide and searching. Breifly, she scanned the room around her.
"Raylet Ma'Killos." She whispered.
Every soul has a bond with another. Weather it be a animal, or human, the soul is one. The soul, the unfathomable creature each being is, yet does not know. The soul, a thing you must search to find, but you always have.
Some beings are said to have no soul.
I tell you, this is not so, for weather dark or good, hidden or open, there is a soul that claims all of us. Maybe it is then some wish that things so like them, or so unlike them, to not be resembling them in such an uncanny way. Maybe all people of the Three Realms like to doubt what has been sent by the Divine?
Rayvn woke from her placid dream sweating. She did not like the feeling of unrest the questions her dream had stirred.
Was it her dream?
~'Twas not.~ Jaguar.
Rayvn pulled the covers over her head. "Leave me alone," She thought, not bothering to gather the power to produce a direct link of communication.
Nothing. Sweet, peaceful, nothing.
"Stop jittering like a simple fool Salus!" Orev chuckled dangerously, pushing a strand of his long frost-like hair behind his ear impaciently.
The shadow erupted fiercely into a dazzling vision, and in it's place, a girl stood. Her hair was very long, but it did not occur to be a color- or maybe it was the drawing ebony of her eyes and the kohl lashes and brows that set you off-place.
"Don't order me." Her voice filled the place, but it was uncertain if her full red lips moved.
Orev relaxed, grinning like the fool he had implored her to be. "You should listen to your laird, Salus..."
"Rayvn!" Rayvn jerked from her vision alertedly, to a voice she did not reconize.
Slowly, as she stared at her stirrers face, she remembered all. It was Raylet.
But why did her dream-had it truly been just a dream?- fade? She could hardly remember Orv-- What had been his name?
"Rayvn, Rayvn!" Raylet growled, and she turned sharply to him.
"What?" She demanded, "I was having a... a werid dream."
Raylet shook his head angrily, "His dream."
She laughed, sitting up. "Don't kid yourself."
"I do not, you kid yourself. It is part of binding. The words are, 'Soul to mind, and will to thought, bound by emotions, you are brought as one by the pierced will of another'. But it does not stop there, Rayvn, for those are not the only words for the binding, but the only ones which truly need to be said."
"How would you know?" Rayvn snapped tiredly.
Raylet look taken back for a moment, but then he recovered. "I have had a binding. In the sense of a wedding ceremony, yes, but not with the comittment."
Rayvn shrugged, "Alright. So you know? Besides, it was a nice dream, Raylet-"
"I do know," Raylet snapped, "He knows too. Now tell him to stop it, and get some rest."
Raylet waited, and Rayvn amusedly closed her eyes, before realizing she had no idea how to tell him. She surfaced the thought, "Can you hear this?"
~What?~ His voice was alarmed, caught off-gaurd. Rayvn liked that, for she could catch him mentally, when before she could not catch him physically.
"Why are you dreaming that?" She grinned amid the array of thin and heavy covers.
~You mean why was I? Because I was.~ Jaguar snapped groggily.
Rayvn shrugged to herself, muttering a curse under her breath, and fell back into the seductive web of hazy sleep.
"Salus, stop this," Orevi pushed at her gently, pulling away his own mouth, his eyes black as the pelt of a dark, sleek, large feline.
Salus chuckled dangerously, pulling back herself, and slipped from the couch, standing and streaching with a mixture of boredom and wry humor on her face. Orevi relaxed back into the dark couch, and it darked agianst the pale of his hair. Silently, looking around to the soft browns of the room, Salus moved to a nearby bookcase with dusty leather-bound books on the shelves, her mouth slightly parting.
Swiftly, Orvei vanished, appearing hazy and catching agianst the room colors, standing behind Salus. Her pale, slim hand smoothed to the color of washed marble as her hand reached to touch a book which was torn slightly at the binding, it's maroon color lessened within a thin layer of gray, wispy dust, in the low dance of the candlelight.
"I used to think you only àüçéb me for my collection of books," The word àüçéb was immediately translated into married in a distant part of Rayvn.
Salus's hand fell to her side, and her lips closed, and curved into a grin, "Partly."
He laid his cheek agianst hers, encircling his arms around her form with the grin of a guttersnipe. "And what else may I ask, Lady Ma'Killos?"
Rayvn jerked from her dream, eyes wide and searching. Breifly, she scanned the room around her.
"Raylet Ma'Killos." She whispered.