THERE IS SOMETHING SCINTILLATING ABOUT THE WAY SHE TALKS TO ME. Or, perhaps I am indubitably impressed by the power of the sea, and how Lucinda commands it - commands me - without words. I am not afraid, I am so much more than that; hungry, needful, and wanting.
What is it that I want though?
What is it that I crave?
The blood in my body is electric, “I am invigorated, this storm energizes me.”
Or maybe it is you.
I am gravitating towards the black mare the same way Bexley Briar drew me in. Something in the way these beautiful (and very dangerous) women smile at me. I don’t know. She makes my teeth itch. She makes me hot under the skin. She makes my heart feel like a feral animal tearing at its cage desperate to get out.
Lucinda could melt glaciers, I think. I believe this because I’m coming apart .. and in the best way possible. Something within me, that has been frozen for a very long time, is thawing under the kelpie woman’s influence. I’m shaking from adrenaline. I’m sweating in the cold. And then, just like that...
You know … I know a way you can heal.
Something flutters up from the deep dark of my soul, a glimmering piece of lost treasure that floats up - up - up to the surface. A smile from me is a rare gem, Lucinda could not have come at a better time. I’m losing my ground in Delumine and the edge to my blade is dulling, what is the price to pay to sharpen my sword through Lucinda. I do not know what she wants - but I am encouraged to give it, if the price is right.
“I do not want to doubt you - perhaps that is where I am most afraid. Can you, heal me?”
The sea is slowly swallowing us, maybe Lucinda is just trying to buy time. If so, I hardly notice it. I reach for her when she looks away, I can’t help it. The deep black of her skin is as soft and as cool as I imagined it to be, I want to get lost inside of it. I want to be different in ways I can’t explain. I want to be powerful, the way Lucinda is. I know a way you can heal, it echoes in my mind.
If you trust me. Famous last words for almost everyone. I pray they aren’t the last from Lucinda, I want to follow her to find the meaning behind her words. My heart is pounding and my mind is racing. My skin thrills with the prospect of the unknown - of the danger that could come of it.
“Can you trust me?” Because I find that might be the better question to ask.
@Lucinda
