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FAILSAUCE ON A FAIL CRACKER.

Two sort-of bad days in a row.

Friday, I spent too much time looking at political/religious stuff that made me incredibly angry. There's the transphobic girl scout, for one, and people raging at Jessica Ahlquist, and... yeah.

Then today - it was a nice, quiet day, until my mom called. My grandma is suffering from dementia and it's been getting worse. She's been living with my aunt and uncle for a few months, but we're going to need to put her back in a home. Not a pleasant realization for any of us. We're trying to get her into the home she was at in my hometown - we know the staff there, and we know grandma was well taken care of. But there's a lot of family tension about where she should go and how she should proceed, and things are getting nasty.

At any rate, Bad Romance didn't happen, mostly because I was angry. Here's some writing for you, though:




Out in the forest, far beyond the reach of the marvelous glass city, far beyond the reaching thoughts of Tal and Keleth Sidra and their ilk, the Dwindler sat and dreamed.

He dreamed of the days when he had had a name, and a home, and a mind entirely mortal in its shape. He dreamed of a great work he had created and destroyed in one fell swoop, of beautiful lettering and illustration, of dark dreams and darker visions. He dreamed of the time when he was human, when everything about him was, in comparison to what he was now, pedestrian and hardly worth recalling.

And then he woke up.

It was a painful process, waking. It required the Dwindler first to burst through the heavy cobwebs of his dream-memories, and watch them melt away before his eyes like fine snow. It demanded the short gasp that always followed the loss of those memories, the hiss of breath too painful for words. It required, too, the tugging at the shackles that bound him, and the eternal scream, the scream that echoed and caused the very fibers of the wood around him to shake.

Apparently it also required the crushing sense of despair that always blanketed him after; but that he could have done without.

Eventually the sense of sorrow left him, and he could lift his head again, albeit slowly. When he had strength enough, he would pace, here and there around the great cavern that served as his prison; and there he would listen. He listened to the lithe footsteps of the Wind Spirit, and waited for the hissing of the Leeri, monsters of his own creation. He closed his eyes and sought the deepest corners of the Shadow Pool, and whispered to the spirits in the trees. Sometimes, when he was feeling particularly bold or angry, he would go as far as the Chasm of Bal-Kol-Mag'thrum; and if he was especially daring he would speak to the monsters that dwelt there, and listen to their murmurings of the things he would never know or understand.

Today he did not have the time for his usual meanderings. Today, he awoke with a purpose. It was an undefined purpose, one he did not entirely understand even now, except that it was born of his dreams. Even though the memories had retreated as quickly as they always did, his mind had clutched at something and hung on, for the first time in his long, long memory.

It wasn't much to go on in the scheme of things, and he had no idea what it meant; but he knew it was significant, and he knew that he could not ever, ever forget it.

It was, insofar as he could tell, a name; and that name was Cerys Sidra.

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allthelivesofme
Jan. 15th, 2012 02:33 pm (UTC)
***HUGS***

And I love the Dwindler piece. :)
auri_mynonys
Jan. 17th, 2012 03:36 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'm having fun in this world, with these characters.
daystarsearcher
Jan. 15th, 2012 05:33 pm (UTC)
*hugs, gives chocolate cake and key to hermit cave*

I'm sorry. Hope things look up soon.
auri_mynonys
Jan. 17th, 2012 03:36 am (UTC)
*hugs* Thanks. I'm sure everything will be fine. It was just a little bit stressful.
bowieve
Jan. 15th, 2012 06:34 pm (UTC)
Oh no! I'm so sorry! I really hope everything will turn out all right...

*HUG*
auri_mynonys
Jan. 17th, 2012 03:35 am (UTC)
Thanks. I think everything will be fine. It's just a little stressful.
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