Light reflected from the sharp surface of the sword as Reiven turns the hilt in her hand trying to control its balance, trying to feel it as an extension of her body. Sword swung one last time in a sweet movement then stopped as she kneeled and stick the steel into the earth. Reiven rose on her feet gazing around like hoping to see someone….
not someone but him… but of course there was only Khal chasing after marmots just for fun.
“Khal you’re too big and scary to play with them!… lets go back to home…“ said Reiven pulling out the sword and placing its sheath. Those moments she spent on the mountain were peaceful, calming the storm blowing inside. The storm which stirs her thoughts, her feelings, everything…
And she has a name for that storm…
Teremonth…
Reiven sighed softly with the thought and recalled the day they have met, remembered hearing his music flowing in the halls of the last homely house. Remembered seeing him in the same halls coincidentally many times after that day.
“But… but… how did we end up like this?" wondered she elf remembering the time how he suddenly tried to hold her hand and how she let her hand slip away like his touch burns. Yet he was so stubborn not to let her go and kept offering his hand to hold hers.
“No…” she muttered “this wasn’t the time he break through my defenses”, her fingers rose up to touch her lips. Although she has to agree that his stubbornness obviously played its part well, it was the kiss which let her shield down.
“The kiss…" muttered Reiven talking to herself “it has to be the kiss… “
