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It was a glamour, an illusion. All this time I thought I knew her, only to find out she hid so much more behind a deceptive mask. I feel like I should have always known. I always knew there was more to her than meets the eye and now that I have proof, I feel like I no longer know her. Where did that pretty, extraordinary but human girl go? All along she hid a fantastic appearance, something out of myth and legend. She harbored a secret and used the pretty but normal illusional appearance to trick us all into thinking she was authentically human. And she is so much more. It's strange to feel all at once like you know someone and yet you know you don't know what you know. Heh. Looking at her now, with her once normal blonde hair the miriad colour of autumn leaves and her pointed ears. Her face is still there, her eyes, though brown now, instead of a vibrant green, are still the same. I look into them and see the same Wynaré I could love. If she'd let me. Now, more than ever, I feel she is above me. I feel unworthy. It is interesting to note that all along, politically, she was unworthy of marrying me at home, my being the son of Lord Delaney and she being the House Spinner. Once we fled, I lost my position, and then the tables were turned when I discovered she was something otherworldly. Beyond human. Something I can only aspire to. I understand why she hid beneathe an illusion all these years, I do. I wonder what other secrets lie hidden in the Songmistress I used to know. And I hate it that Kei seems to know all her secrets. I admit, I am jealous about how close they are becoming. I wonder why I came along, and then I remember. I could not sit by and watch the town burn her, once I moved to help, I was committed to the life of an outlaw. But moreso, I cannot seem to leave her side. --Alexandre Delaney Saronai :: remember :: |
Glamourie
