misereres (misereres) wrote in usurper, |
Rhaegar,
I am much recovered, even my brother agrees (though he watches hawk-eyed for any sign of relapse); there is no need for any specific preparation.
As you cannot come to the desert, I shall bring the desert to you. It is evening, and soon we will ride; the colours of the sunset, my Rhaegar, are glorious -- gilded rose, amethyst streaks, and then the red which I cannot do justice with words. Later, an inky blue deep enough to fall into, lit with constellations to guide the way. It will begin to cool as we pack up the tent and saddle our mounts, eat sweet oranges and dark bread. There will be wind, that is certain tonight; we protect our faces with silk, and if not secured the ends stream out behind us like a farewell to the land we leave behind.
It is an arid and harsh place, yes, but also misunderstood; there is such life if you know how to look, and beauty aplenty, and whispers of what once was (and, perhaps, what might yet be, if our dreams are not only coincidence).
My soul is sated here; it is done, and it is done well. I long to see your face, to hear your voice. I long for your arms. And the wait is almost over, my love.
Your Elia