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The Shrouded- Chapter 3Ilutia was sitting cross legged in the center of a circular room bathed in white light. She had spent the last hour meditating while waiting for her audience with Master Ovrun at the college. Her toughts were not focused on any one thing, she simply let her mind wander in a peaceful sea. Once in a while her consciousness would snap that peacefulness however as memories of the man in the cafe returned.
"So you are back" Ilutia turns to the Master's voice coming to her side. She regards his tender smile on his fine yet ancient featured face with affection. His long silver hair ripple down over his well formed shoulders. Most Elymdar are tall, long haired, naturally leaned muscled with a delicate facial appearance. Their coloring of skin and hair varies as much as that of humans, though the hues tend to be more saturated giving them a luminous air. The eyes are always the same color as an indivual's aura. Their auras do not change colors as humans do depending on their mood, health
The Shrouded- Chapter 2Stewart wrestled with his apartment keys trying to find the one that fit in the lock. He knew he really should go through the set one of these days and get rid of all the extras taking up space on the ring. His old car keys, his old apartment keys, his ex fiancee's spare keys. Really there was no need for these on the key chain. But day after day they remained there like mementos. Finally unlocking the door he proceeds inside bolting the door behind him. He lives in a pleasant and well maintained building on a major street of the island. He turns into the kitchen and chucks his keys on the counter. Mentally noting where they land so he hopefully doesn't forget that's where he put them. The decor and furnishings are simple to the point of being almost bare. It's been nearly eight months since he's been living here, there are no boxes cluttering the space, nevertheless the apartment feels like it's just been moved into. It's the place where he sleeps, has his coffee in the morning, leave
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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