He came alive in the dark hours of the day, thrived at night. The moon clung to his skin and shadows danced in his eyes. Quiet ran through his veins instead of blood. He was made of moonbeams and starshine.
Birds chirped to wake her. Sun rays dyed(more) her hair and lit her smile. Her eyes were a clear blue sky. She moved with a bluster of activity, existing during the daylight. She was full of sunlight.
In the hours during sunrise and moonrise they meet. They sit next to one another and describe what happened while the other slept. It began with conversation, which led to soft smiles and gentle glances. Sometimes, now, they hold hands. And yesterday, to his pleasure and surprise, she kissed him on the cheek as she bid him a good night. (less)
It was such a long and dreary winter for the small town of Holy Cross. Sitting downstream from a glacier in the shadow of a dozen jagged summits, it was the story book Alpine village isolated from the real world. Here, away from the eyes of outsiders, villagers welcomed(more) the first days of spring with uncanny rituals and dances which certainly predate the simple people living here.
Jorhan was recently chosen as village shaman after his uncle passed on. Purely a ceremonial position, an elected shaman has but one job, and that is keep track of the unpredictable seasons high up this village of Holy Cross. Despite being in a ceremonial position most of the year, all looked to him for the signaling of the coming of spring and he felt as much pressure in his duty as the mayor does with hers. Should Jorhan signal the festival of Full Sunlight before the winter is over, then many fear ill omen.
On the other hand, Jorhan was very much looking forward to clamor and shouting of the town at the moment he would finish his trek around the seven peaks around the village where the great mirrors lay. For the ceremonies to begin, he must lead the young men who are to come of age and lead them to these peaks. It is also a necessity to have extra help rotating these enormous mirrors, but Jorhan wouldn't dare spoil the surprise for the younglings. (less)
She's shifting from side to side in bed. She's in that presence of limbo between the dull pain of reality and the fantasy of her dreams. She sees a co-worker, what is he doing here? and then her sister --twenty pounds lighter than she was two weeks ago.
She turns to her older sister,
"Wow, you look great! I'm happy to see you're taking your health seriously. How'd you lose all that weight so fast?"
But her sister just gives her a look of disgust and walks away.
"What did I say wrong?", she thinks to herself.
Too late now, she's feeling ashamed and her sister is gone.
and that dull pain still remains.
Suddenly a car horn honks.
She awakens fully and rubs her eyes.
Checks her clock, it's blinking 09:12.
The birds are chirping in the full sunlight.
They say you project your feelings onto other people. The way you perceive them, the way you react to them, the way you feel when they are around and bring the full force of their feelings with them. They force you to see the flaws in yourself,(more) even as you already live in a bubble that bounces all your thoughts back at you, every second of every day. They make you see the beauty that runs like veins in the leaves that spring brings to life. But they also make the rancid bile of your past rise up in the foreground, threatening to knock you down as quickly as you have risen.
People who are in their element, they say, bring their own energy with them. Energy you can feel even when they are 200 metres away from you. Because they bring the light with them. Like a magnifying glass that swells up your own inner light till you can feel what you feel and see what you see more vibrantly and intensely than you could if your soul was in darkness.
People who live so resolutely in present are, in other words, your full sunlight. Especially if they are you.(less)
All was going to plan. From my nook in the sheer wall, I had watched the caravan retreating into the canyons from the desert, fleeing the coming sunrise. I had given the sign. In the half-light within the warren, my comrades had moved to block the canyon that led(more) to Al'hram. The trap had been set.
The traders had yielded. We were reaping the spoils when the alarm was raised.
"Sultan's men! Retreat!"
I cursed Ralzad, and we scattered. I found myself alone, running through canyons I knew like the grip of my sword. Behind me, hurried footsteps echoed off the high walls. I led my pursuers a dance through the warren, but still they followed.
As I ran I thought of the rising sun, rimming the cliff tops with gold and reaching out to the desert beyond. To walk on the sands after dawn meant death by sunlight. The Sultanate's business happened in the gloaming and the moonlight. But, in my trade, to be caught meant just as certain death.
I emerged in a canyon down which the sun was reaching. Crossing it, I headed south. The men came closer. I ran harder.
Then I emerged, blinking.
The desert is beautiful at dawn. The shadows and dunes formed sensual bands of black and gold. In the distance, other stone sanctuaries pricked the clear sky. I turned to face one, and walked away, into the ocean of sand.
After a few score paces, on the edge of a dune's shadow, I stopped and looked back. At the end of a canyon stood two men in uniform. The sun picked me out against the shadow, but they came no further. I turned and walked away.
Full sunlight, they thought, was surer than swords.
"The tags say full sunlight... but, Auriel, this is a pitch-black room! There isn't even a light switch in here."
(more) "So why are you bringing the plants in here? They'll die, won't they?"
"Every creature, every plant, every being has a lifespan. They won't die, Inara. Not yet."
"What do you mean? There's no ligh-"
A bright light had begun to grow in the darkness. Trailing patterns of leaves and swirls reminiscent of the first days of a golden autumn, the light poured life into the new arrivals. Pots and planters lined the walls of the room, illuminating themselves in the golden light. Auriel's hands began to glow as she placed the new flowerpots in their home. Inara stood, in wonder and terror, watching her sister go from wall to wall, glowing from the inside and murmuring. Auriel flashed her a smile brighter than any she'd ever known.