Jarek
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Here behind the curtain lies a darkness feeding
Pooled inside, in hunger cries, and still it's eating
Everything I had to hide is all on my sleeve
And behind the curtain lies my soul, I’m bleeding
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The shadows of the late evening reached and stroked his sides, almost hiding him in their embrace. Startling icy blue eyes stood out against the tones of smooth gray and black. Jarek had come to the spring festival in search of fate. The fate that had breached his existence since he had seen her here, in this very field not so long ago. The unnamed beauty that had sparked an electric response within his being. It had since grown to a certainty, the dreams he had been experiencing only becoming more vivid as the night crawled closer.
In his dreams, they ran together on smooth desert sands. Running together in perfect formation, running towards their lives together. The moon above watched them, and often they gazed at the stars and the gods that had blessed their very meeting. Swirling desert gods formed in the sand and the skies to herald this new chapter in history. There were many of them, sometimes they melded together, changed or disappeared. They were a constant shifting force of mystery, much like the sands themselves.
Jarek had worked hard to create something he felt would catch her attention. Perhaps to show her how deeply they could be connected on a mental level. He felt it in her bones that this was something she would enjoy. The fine drape and the leatherbound book he had crafted for her. What she would write in its pages would be up to the mystery woman. His chest stirred with excited anticipation to discover what else they would learn together. He felt like he had just woken up properly for the first time, the first night of the rest of his life. He hoped that by the next sunrise that they would be closer together.
He breathed deeply, he reminded himself that he had seemingly startled her the last time they met. She had found her escape from his overbearing revelation. He struggled to contain his emotions in the moment, but he kept the forced cool outer exterior he had been trained with. His spiritual journey and that of his warrior training mingled into a confusing state of confidence and quiet self containment.
He moved smoothly and with focus, his eyes examining each mare he moved past looking for her. She was everywhere and nowhere all at once. He stood beside a central fire-pit sighing softly. He had never been so encaptured and infatuated with anyone before. It had felt truly fated that he had seen her. It definitely wasn't a coincidence that had led him to that moment. He suspected that the journey to Novus had been entirely driven by the gods to lead him to meeting the stranger. If he was right, she had to be here somewhere.
@Torielle
