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Sunsets Not Seen

Echoes of a Past Journey

They rode far in the first day so that they had passed the foothills completely and now could see the three major mountains of this region: Carhyrad, Matyharis, and Denaityr. First stood Carhyrad; they would reach its feet tomorrow and hopefully pass by it in the course of the day after that. After Carhyrad stood the tall, white peaks of Matyharis and Denaityr. […] Jeanne stood at the top of the rocks, looking toward their peaks as the last daylight reached from behind her and bathed their snowcapped crowns in red and golden splendor. […] For a moment, she felt as though she were someone else, long, long ago that had stood in this same place… looking toward the future, but the feeling passed before she could understand it […] — The Fairie’s Daughter

Today my classes broke my brain. By the time I got home, my mind was so miserable over a myriad of items conspiring to stress me that I felt like there was only one possible course of action: giving in to the little, insistent voice that demanded I attempt rendering a particular Faerie landscape. Well, because tensors are evil, I gave in. The final result didn’t turn out quite as I’d originally envisioned it, but I’m pleased, nonetheless. This time I rendered two slightly offset images of the same landscape and Photoshopped them together into a wallpaper for myself (or others, if anyone has a particular interest in the landscape done like one of my photo wallpapers).

The quote above served as the inspiration, but those will a careful eye will note that this view is actually in the opposite direction of the one Jeanne’s looking at in the passage. The largest mountains are to the west of the camera, whereas Jeanne was viewing them at sunset from the east. And, yes, I realize that I’m ridiculous.

Scribbles

In my packing, I came across a couple of items scribbled on paper that I’d completely forgotten:

“It is the warmth of light that dances in a Fairie’s heart and brings her joy with each new day.” — from a Post-It note

And, secondly, a poem I don’t remember writing, but all the same, I signed and dated it. Shared with apologies because I’m no poet.

Alo Nalá Seno Erus

In their beds the children cry
Silken tears
For the starless night that clouds the sky.
They whisper of old, of
Forgotten fears:
Does darkness again stretch forth his hand?

Once threatened the young no
Longer forget
The darkness they never saw.
In their hearts a light unsullied
Is kept
Where shadow’s touch shall never fall.

Though fear may tread there still
And close they cower
Fleeing an enemy that dares not strike.

For high above a star peers out
With silver power glowing.
Praises, songs, and cries of joy
From lips of young are flowing.
A Kalis dé Jaera, Star of Hope,
They whisper. So promises are
Kept to them and darkness held away.
Their light his touch will never mar.
For to them an oath was made:

Adotair morienor netrim
Nalá seno erus.

Though darkness falls,
Light shall come again.

-Nicole Sharp, 22 May 2003

And now back to my previously scheduled packing.

Quotable

Mostly here so that I can remember it:

“There are no new stories, just new interpretations.”