I wake again, heavy fringe ruffled, paritally drowned in my sea of yellow paprwork. (I dribbled again, didn't I?). I look at the clock on the wall (9:oo am??...oh...SHOOT!...fell asleep again..) I stumble from my chair at my desk, feet caught in layer upon layers of robe.
(Stupid traditional regulation robes..) I catch my appearance in an ornate floor length mirror hung awkwardly to the left. I look like a drunk
woman on heat. I attempt to smooth my fringe down but my folicols refuse to do as they're told. Great. I can see the disorder of the day already.
I exit my office and make a beeline towards the manor dining hall, the smell of noodles is keen and my stomach reacts accordingly. BWARRLARG.
It grumbles. 9 hours without food, definately starved.
I enter the dining hall and see the rows and rows of purple clad mediums. From as young 4 to 30, the fey mediums all sit here together to eat their breakfast. We sit together like the family that we are. Men included.
Things had developed alot for the Kurain Village and for the Fey clan, despite my incompetance for paperwork I think I've done an okay job as Master. I intergrated the men of our family to feel more included, to have more purpose. They became plumbers and builders to expand our homes and Teachers to tutor our students in our history and our heritage. A few of the stronger became bodyguards to mediums who required protection from the few who remained hostile towards us. It was a resounding sucess even If I do say so myself, we have higher counts of male population then ever recorded. I feel the Fey Clan's reputation had been finally restored. I imagined my mother's and sister's pride in me.
"Mystic Maya!!" a familiar voice calls me from across the dining hall. There I see seated at the end of the hall's bench, is Pearly. I smile.
She's grown so much, physically she reminds me of Mia. Long light brown hair cascading down her purple acolyte robes, gone are the days
of the traditional hairdo she once wore as a young child. Her eyes are her own though, still retaining her childish innocence. Large, expressive.
I wonder what 'he' would think of her now. I can see the same pride filled smile I have.
I cross the hall, waving at my best friend and cousin. The steam from the breakfast noodles radiates upwards like a heavy mist. It reacts with
something put to the back of my mind. The steams fills my head and warms my face and Im there again. My memory opens up yet again
and Im the rain again, at Eldoon's noodle stand. He's already there. Sat on a stool, head down, no doubt sunk in some complicated thought.
Its two weeks before I have to go home, to Kurain Village and our time together is drawing to its close. He felt alot of complicated feelings
then. I didn't. I knew exactly what I wanted.
I feel the butterflies in my stomach erupting. They've lived there since we became 're constant enduring exsistance confirms my feelings.
I love him.
"Nick.." his name came out my mouth like a hurried whisper.
"Maya... its time.." His voice is sombre, limp and reserved. There feels like theres an emotion behind which he's attempting to control
"time for what?" I ask stupidly. I haven't sat down yet. I see black butterflies in my stomach. Those butterlfies aren't good. Those are
butterflies of worry and knowing really what he's talking about.
"To say our goodbyes. It was everything I could of wanted..." the hidden emotion in his voice leaks out slowly, I think I can hear his throat
break underneath it,...is he crying? My heart feels weighted. It feels like its sinking.
"You dont understand, Nick.." I attempt a half smile, tears forming in my eyes. "I-" Im stopped mid sentence.
"Dont Maya. I already know. I already feel all that,always did. Different things are calling us" He rises from his stool with heavy effort.
He leans in towards me, his mouth up against my neck. He tentively kisses it, setting my skin a light with feeling. He whipsers into my ear, quietly.
"Goodbye". The last thing I feel of him is his warmth breath curling out of his lips, hot in a surrounding of cold air. Seconds go by and its already gone just like him,
who is already walking away. My eyes are streaming with tears and like a little kid I try to be brave and dont attempt to stop him. Regret number one. The night air
is stinkin my eyes but I can only hear the thud thud thud of my heart, aching, racing.I try to catch me breath. But then as I watch him get swallowed up into the sillouhettes
of the statuesque buildings, I understand whats he's saying. Other things are calling us. Blank, fresh pages for me. Darker, unknown things for him. Much darker things.
I cant prevent him nor sway from whatever it is that calls him. I dont want to hold him back. I stand alone in the street. Once again, Im crying and the butterflies in my tummy are all gone.
The talking and chatting of the diners eating their breakfast, noisely, brings me back from my sad daydream but the thud of my heart is still in my ear. Loud and clear and true. It aches all over again.