It’s hard to say what it is I feel next.
Or, really that I have words to explain it.
At this point though, I’m as drained as the waning crescent, like the pendants I wear on my robes. I feel myself surrender my soul to its light, Selene’s aura is gentle… careful like a scared mother’s would be, I suppose, sending trepid spindles of fine combed rays to guide me home. Each careful application feels as though she’s being startled from my care though. They’re tentative, connecting on and off again…
I wonder, silently, if I’m too damaged to be repaired. If I gave all I was to restore her true serenity and now all she can feel are her waves of grief. I wonder if that’s why she’s slowly reeling me back into her. I’d check myself, but lying limply is all I can handle. I can’t move much else b
