[ She cannot read Honerva, and there are often days when Honerva cannot read herself.
Too often she does this. The pitfalls and darkness that ever lurk, even in the most innocent of topics, because there is no speaking of her current life without skirting the old.
Worse, perhaps, the person sitting next to her and waiting so patiently and ever so earnestly had also lent her power, once. Bright energy that illuminated through the darkness, so dangerous and tempting if she were to draw out more. But now she is only warm, even with the shift of position. It was not the first time they had skirted this talk.
'....What is the last wall you've torn down?'
'My own.'
There was the complication, rooted in her own answer. What had changed? Many things. Everything. She's quiet, weighing all of this, her burdens to bear, but was this the time or place? ]
... It is not the time for such a talk. What matters is that change has occurred. When one only knows to look for use, they lose the meaning in all else.
no subject
Too often she does this. The pitfalls and darkness that ever lurk, even in the most innocent of topics, because there is no speaking of her current life without skirting the old.
Worse, perhaps, the person sitting next to her and waiting so patiently and ever so earnestly had also lent her power, once. Bright energy that illuminated through the darkness, so dangerous and tempting if she were to draw out more. But now she is only warm, even with the shift of position. It was not the first time they had skirted this talk.
'....What is the last wall you've torn down?'
'My own.'
There was the complication, rooted in her own answer. What had changed? Many things. Everything. She's quiet, weighing all of this, her burdens to bear, but was this the time or place? ]
... It is not the time for such a talk. What matters is that change has occurred. When one only knows to look for use, they lose the meaning in all else.