Part Three:
THE VEIL
Dusk came slowly.
Yves could not see the sky through the storms overhead, but noticed the subtraction around him. Gradually, the raging sands lost their burning white. When they had dulled into pale, ashen tones, he knew that the sun had set.
ςεψ [Sey] and βυγς [Burs] came later, but they never failed him. He could perceive the wanderers of night through Second Sight. The moons cut through the disorder above as bright spheres of energy, distant but constant beyond the storm’s interference. Their light was beautiful against the turbulence. Not beautiful like places that inspired awe for their wonders or offered comfort by their presence, but beautiful in the manner of beings that were worlds entire unto themselves; too old and too grand to notice the suffering beneath them. Their presence did not make the suffering less, but sometimes, for a few moments, they made it less meaningful.
Well now.
Yves was not a poet, so
you should not read too much into this.
It was just that
he really liked light.
Sometimes, during the last weeks, he had even seen,
for the faintest of moments, a shimmer of the Raja Siena:
the seam that divided the realm of the dragons
from the earthen world.
Well now.
Yves was not a poet, so
you should not read
too much
into this.
It was just that
he really
liked light.
Sometimes,
during the last weeks,
he had even seen,
for the faintest of moments,
a shimmer of the Raja Siena:
the seam that divided
the realm of the dragons
from the earthen world.
Midnight sensed ςεψ more keenly. As a midnight stalker beast, she was bound to the mother moon’s pale radiance. ςεψ bestowed energy upon her. Yves could feel it through their bond, subtly; the satisfaction as the quiet surges of strength move through her, steadying her breath and easing her steps.
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