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driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
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Sweet dreams are made of these...
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Touching them, unsurprisingly, activates a memory; the scenery shifts entirely, taking Bel to Adra's house in the Court of the Sun. He's in the living room, calling for his daughter.
"Runie. Alrune! Come on, girl, come on out now."
A child's whimper echoes.
"I promise, I'm not angry. It's okay, sweetheart. I know you're hungry ..." Adra's popping here and there in the room. He stands on his tiptoes to peer over a dresser, bends low to scan the space beneath his couch. His movements grow more agitated as the moments pass.
Alrune cries.
"All right," Adra says, collapsing on the couch. "I'm just going to sit right here, star of my heart. I'll wait."
After a few minutes of silence, Alrune--previously invisible--eventually materializes under the table.
"Daddy," she says, her voice still choked with tears; her cheeks are smeared with purple streaks. Adra pats the space on the couch beside him.
"Come here, sweet girl," he says. "I'm not mad."
"I know," she says, climbing up beside him. "It's not you. It's Mama."
Adra, reaching to smooth Alrune's hair, stops suddenly. His expression turns from indulgent concern to horrified realization.
"Oh," he says. "Oh. Alrune ..."
He gathers the little girl into his arms, and she clings to him, balling her fists in his robes. More tears roll down her sticky cheeks.
"She's gone. She's always gone."
"She'll be back, darling," Adra murmurs, speaking to the top of Alrune's hair. "Soon."
"When?"
"I don't know," he sighs. Then, tousling her hair, he says, "I miss her, too. It's okay to cry about it for a while. But you know what else we can do about it?"
Alrune pulls away to look up at Adra, her green eyes wide, incredulous. "What?"
He hefts her onto his shoulder as he gets up from the couch. "We can finish off those tarts."]
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Alrune...
[He's fond of Adra's children already, and it's terrible. As the memory fades, he pulls his robes closer around himself.]
... I hope she isn't lonely.
[He paces the pews for a minute or two, until he passes the magic hymnal for a third time. Curiosity bids him to touch it. It reminds him of his sister and Adra at once, and he can't help wanting to flip through it of his own accord. This time, he braces for another memory.]