Who: Raana and Merry What: Being caught in forever can get old Where: Beginning at the feast. When: Sometime, after the card reading with Robin Warnings: Feelings and Sexy times
The party was ghastly and beautiful. The scope of it changed depending on where you looked. If you looked to the right, the world seemed void of any semblance of warmth. It became a white wasteland that was as terrible as it was awe inspiring. Mottled skeletons of trees quivered neath the icy winds that blew unheaded through the frozen tundra.
If you looked left then the fervent bonfires dotted the winter white like stars beckoning in the distance. There was much emotion that way, much being and Merry wasn't sure in which direction she should heed.
There she stood in the middle of either and felt like a dissolving silhouette. People moved by her, but she folded into herself and made herself unseen. She was dark matter, floating in a sea of congruent hours. Everyone else seemed to absorb into each other. The others were connected, they belonged, and for the first time in a long time, she felt as distant as the edge of the Universe.
Her heart felt mottled. It had withered against these considerable sensations and she whispered as if caught in a chrysalis..."I'm ready." but she didn't know for what and so she hoped, as the caterpillar does before it changes, to turn into organic sludge and metamorphosis into something that felt again.
Or maybe she wanted someone to reach in and find her, to pull her out of these grand thoughts and bring her down from being measureless.