She Blinked

Leala blinked her eyes and opened them again, fully expecting to find him standing there. But that wasn't to be so. She saw only the bleary vapor left in his stead. What she felt was the choking sensation of powerful emotion - emotion she could have found no definition for.

The City of Pearls was just ahead by about a two day's travel. She now wondered if, without Sedrick, the trek was still warranted. She looked down at Teo, half expecting him to provide the answer to her silent inquest.

© Rachelle LeCount
A work in progress and certainly not in order

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From An Old Journal

From back in 1993:

One self tends to only report.
"Here are the facts. Here is the data"
A second self exists only within sensation.
She wishes the first self to report,
But she has no words for the facts.
The third self observes the interaction.
But this is all an exaggeration.
Because we are all one in the same.

© Rachelle LeCount

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Sedrick: Later On

He was not accustomed to listening to voices even from personages clearly and distinctly present and palpable. Certainly not to those that came in almost musical sounding wisps or from such an entity as the one now before him. He could barely comprehend what he was seeing, let alone reconcile the solidity of what he saw with the almost liquid nature of the articulations. The sudden distinction between what he'd thus far known with certainty and what he now recognized as something far more absolute was a disorienting one. And yet the actual thoughts attached to this profound antithesis flashed past his consciousness so quickly that one might hesitate to call them thoughts at all.

Not listening to voices was a habit Sedrick had formed long ago. A time that, should he pause to consider it, would seem more mirage than material experience. A spirit of insurrection, one might say, that he would both acknowledge and deny, even within himself.

Yet Leala had heard. It was evident from the slight smile he watched form on her lips, as if the words were, for her, a kind of secret and delightful acknowledgement - something recognizable - while her gaze remained fixed on The One standing, at last, in their presence.

Also noted was the fact that her constant companion had ceased his usual antics and, quite out of character, now lay in relaxed respite at her feet, as if these enigmatic events had provided what Sedrick considered a long overdue calmness in the puckish little creature.

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This little story is a work in progress, so who knows if or when you'll see more.

See Beginning: Sedrick of Anwyn
Or Leala's Refuge

Bells Of Heaven

The bells of heaven ring
To wild and beckoned souls
As one would kneel
At the mere sound
Amply passing through ears
And inward
Where the true hearing is

Of joy that rips the heart
And ragged renders it
Like deeply shaded night
Dipped in ink, specked with gold,
As swirls of ripe perfumes
Of olive, of myrrh, of bay
It moves in shapes of ponies bright
And leaping dogs and riders

© Rachelle LeCount

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