Monthly Archives: August 2005
It was nearer to dark when I found him at last assisting in the loading of a ship. For a long time and at a distance I studied a tall muscular man, his hair and beard close cropped, peppered with gray, but looking every bit as handsome as I remembered him. Goddess! I could have fallen to my knees when he looked directly up at me! If one of the Gods had shot an arrow straight through my heart at that moment, I would have felt less. A sudden panic gripped my heart as he began coming toward me.
“Fanny?” he said softly, “What are ye doing in Barbados?” There was no fiery recognition behind his eyes, nor in his composure. There was no sign of any of the impassioned joy at laying eyes upon me again that I had hoped for or imagined. My mouth felt as stiff as planter’s cotton and as dry as the sand at low tide.
In the years I have spent at various courts in my life, I have seen my fair share of betrayal, and to be entirely truthful, I have done a bit of my own. The one that sticks out in my mind more than any other was my betrayal of a former paramour. A’fore you think that I suffer from a guilty conscience and the voice of this man haunts me eén now, let me assure you that this is definitely not the case.
It really all depends on when you were to ask me that particular question. Time was, I would have told you that my intimate understanding of Power is my greatest strength. I know what Power in all of its forms feels like, smells like, tastes like – and it isn’t so much that it is an obsession for me but an appreciation of it. Others would say that being half human and half Fae, I can see the sides of both worlds. From where I am standing, it isn’t always a strength to be not one or the other but both. In such a position, you are viewed as suspect, and group identities can, I have found, divide just as easily as they unite.
Upon greater reflection, perhaps my greatest strength lies in the fact that I believe. Or maybe eén there are times when I do more than just believe – I know. To Will, to Dare, to Know….to Keep Silent. All of these things make up the Wytch’s pyramid, but of the four; to Know, that one is that holds all else together. It is also in the knowing that we in essence never truly know anything at all – within the realm of the unending vastness of all of the Realms of Existence.
That and I am too damned stubborn to eér give up.
Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: OC/ Folklore/Mythology
Word Count: 226
I’ve been away at Retreat. I am absolutely dead tired, and I have to be up at 5 AM. I apologize to all of you who have beeen waiting on Fanny or I to write on reps or emails, but hey…four hours sleep maximum for the last three nights in a row is just not cutting it!
See you when I am coherent and calm later on (Monday sometime)!