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"I'm not afraid."
The words were the same, but the tenor was different. Gentler, calmer. Truer, too. She certainly wasn't looking forward to the storm -- though Mori was. She could feel that, and knew part of her lack of anxiety came from him, from the delight she could feel growing at the mere prospect.
It helped, too, that they were neither boxed in, nor exposed. Out in the desert, there would be no surprises. They could see the storm coming for miles, and even lightning announced its presence, at least to the Aavan. The the outcropping of rock felt cozy and sturdy enough to provide a safe vantage point from which to watch the sky reach down to touch the earth. Nature on parade, she told herself, and little more.
But mostly, it was hope. Funny she hadn't recognized it for what it was until Mori started to take it away. She could feel now, too, how afraid she'd been before. The difference between chaos and peace was as tangible as it was intimidating...but the idea that there was an outside, that not everything was the darkness...Even if she could never get there again, she could pretend. She could try. She could remember. And she could dream.
Mori didn't know the gift he'd given her over the last few days. He couldn't have. And the price she'd had to pay, and the price he'd had to pay were worth it when she looked back. Even as she felt him going, she couldn't help but smile.
And she knew there and then as the first peal of thunder rolled across the sky:
She owed the black Aavan her life. If he hadn't stepped in when he had, it surely would have meant the end of it.
The words were the same, but the tenor was different. Gentler, calmer. Truer, too. She certainly wasn't looking forward to the storm -- though Mori was. She could feel that, and knew part of her lack of anxiety came from him, from the delight she could feel growing at the mere prospect.
It helped, too, that they were neither boxed in, nor exposed. Out in the desert, there would be no surprises. They could see the storm coming for miles, and even lightning announced its presence, at least to the Aavan. The the outcropping of rock felt cozy and sturdy enough to provide a safe vantage point from which to watch the sky reach down to touch the earth. Nature on parade, she told herself, and little more.
But mostly, it was hope. Funny she hadn't recognized it for what it was until Mori started to take it away. She could feel now, too, how afraid she'd been before. The difference between chaos and peace was as tangible as it was intimidating...but the idea that there was an outside, that not everything was the darkness...Even if she could never get there again, she could pretend. She could try. She could remember. And she could dream.
Mori didn't know the gift he'd given her over the last few days. He couldn't have. And the price she'd had to pay, and the price he'd had to pay were worth it when she looked back. Even as she felt him going, she couldn't help but smile.
And she knew there and then as the first peal of thunder rolled across the sky:
She owed the black Aavan her life. If he hadn't stepped in when he had, it surely would have meant the end of it.