(There are times when I am frustrated with my inability to live in the sidhe always. It's not that I dislike my life here; I just know I'm always missing out on things there. That's part of why I record even these small glimpses: so I can come back and reread them and keep the memories fresh.)
Tomori pinning holly above the windows, standing on a chair to place each bunch of glossy leaves just so.
Kaelarriel curled into a corner of the couch and draped across one arm, a silvery goblet steaming in his hand
The big cats who have been here a few days now study Ta'ous curiously. One reaches a massive paw toward his crest. The bird pecks at him, once. Ears go back. When the peck is not repeated, ears slowly rise, and the cat leans forward to sniff at him.
Nierlia and Rhys each hold one fuzzy bundle, infants swaddled in wool of pearly gray and soft blue
a dancer sworn to the hummingbird goddess twirls in place, faster and faster, her scarlet skirt bright as an exclamation
Siaren stretches out her arms as if she would embrace the gathered congregation, her black veil flipped back over her bright hair, fluttering in an invisible breeze
Fiery wings blaze behind my Hawk's shoulders in the radiant light of Summer, even here, even now
When I am near tears at frustration at my body's inability to sustain me here and my own foolishness at putting my body in the position, Bhan takes my hand between his. Niamh's silvery tattoo still marks my palm, and he runs his fingertips across it. And then he drags his fingernail in a sharp curve around it, a nearly closed circle or a particularly pronounced crescent. Blood beads in its wake, and I blink at him, too stunned for words. "Don't lose sight of us," he says, echoing her words from months ago. "I won't", I promise him, a little dazed.
Stars gleam in the winter sky, diamond dust, untouchable, pristine
