Moonless Waltz
[ original ]
It was this moonless nights when her mind wandered and her fears came pay a visit that she dreaded the most sometimes. The empty room full of trinkets, the goodbyes in an eternal life, regrets and losses. They accompanied her like her skin and bones, but like her tattoos shone on the light of Elune this ones took force in its absence. The house felt so cluttered, so small in it’s peaceful solitude, that her insecurities boldened to be despair, and from despair they became rage: rage to her mind to not let herself enjoy the life she had achieved, the friends she had, the– A mote of light disturbed her blight, shining in the window alone like a snowflake that never reached the ground. A wisp, alone, fluttering in the dark. “Elune shines always: if you can’t see her in the sky it’s because her light is stronger inside you”. The thought raced through her mind, across her very being. A distant memory of her sister helping her sleep in a dark night so long ago it felt like a fable more than a fact. Kistra followed the wisp outside, to the empty blackness. The spirit went down and up and around, as if it was dancing a greeting. Her entranced feet followed it’s flow, focused on the warm pale light that seared the night; and as she finished her first turn a new light bloomed as if summoned by a silent enchantment. Her hand gently reached out without trying to touch it as her body twirled softly encompassed by her glowing partners, which grew in numbers with each graceful motion. There was no music, no pattern to follow, no cue for her moments to take. There was no fear, no sorrow or pain: gone they were along with her thoughts of days of old and yet to come. They hadn’t been erased, they didn’t cease to exist; just, for as long as the dance lasted, they were gone. There was the dance and the light, two as one, and nothing else. And the waltz ended, her feet again stood in one place. So did her mind. The whirling body stopped and with it the whirling emotions. There was again balance where recently had been chaos, shades where colors had drifted in blocks. They were all in there, none new, none gone. All hue of feelings flowing smoothly, like the colored wisps that danced in the black night.
