Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 12:08:55 GMT -8
Too many thoughts cluttered her head, images she had never seen, voices she had never heard all creating chaos in her mind. It had been four days since Valas embraced her, and Laeldril was still looking for normal, striving to regain a piece of what she was before. In the darkness of her room the windows now blocked by tapestries to keep the light out there was only silence. Missing was the sound of her heart beating, the rush of blood past her hears. Missing was the sound of her breathing to take in the oxygen her blood so desperately needed to keep her alive; but that had all changed others breathed for her now, others carried the hearts that beat, carried the blood that was to keep her alive.
Smells, so many smells the air changed from room to room, from person to person. Once it was voices, tones, inflections that separated individuals, now in the dark she could smell Amelia in her room sleeping soundly. Laeldril knew Valas had been in the house at some point, she could smell the trace he left behind. In the darkness she could make out the stones of her room, defined by some unknown light she had counted the stones in the east wall several times till she heard the foot falls of Amelia’s cat in the hall. Sounds so much clearer, so much more refined and amplified. From her room Laedril could hear voices downstairs through the stone, no longer muffled and unclear but distinct. What kind of animal had she become, more than once the thought crossed her mind as she sat rocking in the corner, waiting to awaken from this dream.
Smells, so many smells the air changed from room to room, from person to person. Once it was voices, tones, inflections that separated individuals, now in the dark she could smell Amelia in her room sleeping soundly. Laeldril knew Valas had been in the house at some point, she could smell the trace he left behind. In the darkness she could make out the stones of her room, defined by some unknown light she had counted the stones in the east wall several times till she heard the foot falls of Amelia’s cat in the hall. Sounds so much clearer, so much more refined and amplified. From her room Laedril could hear voices downstairs through the stone, no longer muffled and unclear but distinct. What kind of animal had she become, more than once the thought crossed her mind as she sat rocking in the corner, waiting to awaken from this dream.