We expected it and planned for it, and yet it still makes my heart turn over with a thump when I see the other figures rising near the riverbank. What can we do? Who can be spared? My mind races, trying to see where we can break the chain, and who can be subtracted…
…and then Mab is there in front of me, tall and strong, and embracing me.
"You're probably the best friend I've ever had, and you've cared about me more than I've ever cared about myself. You will do this. You are doing this."
"Mab." I wish I could hug her back, but I cannot break the chain. I lean into her for as long as I can. "You have been the best of friends to me, too. It is only because you took me in four years ago that I am here now. You saved me, dear friend."
"Take care of her, my friend. I'll keep them off of you until you're all done."
I pray that this is not goodbye, but I speak as if it is, for it may be. For Mab. For all of us.
"Fight well," I say, because there is no use telling her to be careful, no matter how much I wish that she might be. And anyway, care is not what is needed now. Ferocity is, and that is what Mab has. "Be strong. We are behind you." I give her a swift sisterly kiss on the cheek, and step back, closing my hands tighter around the hands of the people next to me.
I feel Chester weaving Air in and out among us, and I send a thread of my own Power towards him to strengthen his binding; I sense Syl dancing with joy and full of magic, and I strengthen the bonds between us that keep our great spell going.
I never knew that I could hold this much power in me. I fear that I may break, or burst into flame, but I cannot let go. If I let go - if any of us lets go - the world will fall.
I see Mab's sword flash with lightning, and I hold the line.
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Date: 2014-01-29 10:18 pm (UTC)We expected it and planned for it, and yet it still makes my heart turn over with a thump when I see the other figures rising near the riverbank. What can we do? Who can be spared? My mind races, trying to see where we can break the chain, and who can be subtracted…
…and then Mab is there in front of me, tall and strong, and embracing me.
"You're probably the best friend I've ever had, and you've cared about me more than I've ever cared about myself. You will do this. You are doing this."
"Mab." I wish I could hug her back, but I cannot break the chain. I lean into her for as long as I can. "You have been the best of friends to me, too. It is only because you took me in four years ago that I am here now. You saved me, dear friend."
"Take care of her, my friend. I'll keep them off of you until you're all done."
I pray that this is not goodbye, but I speak as if it is, for it may be. For Mab. For all of us.
"Fight well," I say, because there is no use telling her to be careful, no matter how much I wish that she might be. And anyway, care is not what is needed now. Ferocity is, and that is what Mab has. "Be strong. We are behind you." I give her a swift sisterly kiss on the cheek, and step back, closing my hands tighter around the hands of the people next to me.
I feel Chester weaving Air in and out among us, and I send a thread of my own Power towards him to strengthen his binding; I sense Syl dancing with joy and full of magic, and I strengthen the bonds between us that keep our great spell going.
I never knew that I could hold this much power in me. I fear that I may break, or burst into flame, but I cannot let go. If I let go - if any of us lets go - the world will fall.
I see Mab's sword flash with lightning, and I hold the line.