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Nov 05 2012

Speak into the Air by TeraS – Part One

This is a special story for a special person who asked for something special…

With love always…

 

Tera

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Speak into the Air

By TeraS

 

Tera held the note between her fingers lightly, for the stuff of dreams, hopes, and wishes was so very fragile. She traced a finger over the handwriting: the words were simple, yet asked so much in what they said.

She had received many wishes and dreams in her life. Some were very obvious, such as a wish for her to perform some act or provide some kind of pleasure. But with those, the words didn’t show an understanding of what those in the Realm were, what they believed in.

Some saw them as much less than even that.

This note did not. The soul behind these words did not ask for herself or himself; no, that would have been too obvious. These words asked for something that was not for their author, for what the author wanted was not as important as giving to another.

That made this dream, this wish, one that Tera held and thought about.

It wasn’t asking for her to do something—not exactly—but what was asked for was something that she wanted to have happen, something she wanted to be true, something she wanted to be. But the question was whether she could ask for one of her own to do her a favor.

It wasn’t that Tera couldn’t ask, it was that she didn’t want to impose her will upon another. It wasn’t her way to use her role as the Queen to get what she wanted. It was … difficult for her when that had to be.

What made this wish more than all of the others was that it spoke of one specific individual in the Realm. It told of what she looked like, how she spoke, who she was, and, most of all …

… it told of her name.

Tera read the name once more before folding the note carefully and slipping it back into the envelope it came in. She touched the simple four words written on the envelope’s face of it and sighed.

Breathe Into The Air”: Tera knew exactly which of her succubi this spoke of and that was her main concern. Tera didn’t have, to be honest, the best of relationships with her and that would make what was to come, she expected, harder than it had to be.

Finally, she walked out of her home and made her way across the Realm, note in hand and determination in her stride. She might even get to have a real conversation with the one of whom she needed to ask the favor of.

Lily, in the meantime, wouldn’t know what was coming her way.

Lily, known by Tera by her proper name Lillian, was an amber tail, and that meant that she had a problem that not many others in the Realm had: being amber, she had a mix of the powers of red, orange, and yellow tails. For ambers, the powers were slanted towards one of the three tails that were part of them, but they also had a smattering of the others within them as well. In Lily’s case, her powers were focused on vitality, endurance, and healing.

Which was rather unique in the Realm.

Tera understood, from reading the note, why Lillian might be requested, even if the one who wrote the words wouldn’t, couldn’t possibly know how apt they were. But Lillian had become somewhat isolated from the rest of the Realm, had been for some time now, and that concerned Tera most of all.

While Tera had her Castle in the Realm, she didn’t use it much, save for the moments when someone visited expecting to see the Queen of the Succubi in all of her glory. No, she was always happier to be in her small home in the midst of the Realm with her Eternal and be part of those around her, not above them.

It wasn’t quite the same for Lily. Lily’s home was a small—the word being relative of course—mansion on the southern edge of the Realm, facing the Plains of Dreams. Lily asked for permission to build her home there and it was, Tera thought, one of the most wonderful places in the Realm. But something happened on one of Lillian’s travels out of the Realm, and things had changed.

Tera, not wanting to pry but, in truth, knowing the reason—she was the Queen, after all—could not do more than watch Lillian draw herself within its walls and then just … vanish … from life in the Realm.

Until today: Tera arrived at the hedgerow that surrounded Lillian’s part of the Realm and, after drawing a long breath, stepped onto the cobblestone pathway that lead into her world. As she walked through the garden that lay around Lillian’s home, Tera couldn’t help but sigh a little as she regarded the space around her. Once, long ago, this home had been well looked after: the flowers, trees and more all just so. She had found pride in her home, in what it represented, in what she could do with it. But now the grass was long, the ground unkempt and it seemed as if Lillian didn’t care about anything from the looks of things.

That thought seemed to be more true when Tera arrived at the main doors to Lillian’s mansion and found one door slightly ajar, the wood, once lovingly polished to a shine, dimmed and dingy. If this was how her home was, just how much worse was Lillian herself? The lights were out, the carpets thread worn, dust covered every surface, and, for a moment, Tera was concerned that Lillian wasn’t there, or something worse had happened. But then Tera heard the creak of a floorboard high above her and made her way up the wide spiral staircase towards a dim light that flickered from one of the rooms upstairs. As she came closer, she felt Lillian there and paused outside of the door, wondering if she should really see her.

“Come in, Tera. You’ve come this far, you should see me, shouldn’t you?”

Tera passed over the threshold and found herself in Lillian’s sitting room. She remembered how it once looked, the walls covered in books on life, health, the living world, the carpet a deep blue, a large window facing the gardens outside. But now, the walls were but empty shelves, the carpet threadbare like the others in the house, the window covered in dust, little sparkles of light only occasionally making their way through, and, against the far wall, by that window, Tera found Lillian sitting in a small worn leather chair, looking at the window blankly.

“Hello, Lillian.”

When Tera spoke her name, the look that Lily gave in return reminded Tera yet again just how much Lillian didn’t like to be called Lillian. The problem was, Tera found it incredibly difficult to use nicknames, and she really had to concentrate not to do so.

But seeing her now, compared to how she was, had diverted Tera’s focus. Once Lillian was passionate about life, about living, about the world around her. Now it seemed that all her passion had been drained from her life and she was just marking time.

Now sitting there in the chair was a tired, so very tired, Lillian, not caring about herself much. Tera remembered the stunning being Lillian once was, her short crimson hair in a bob, the shiny silver dresses that she loved to wear along with the strappy heels that once were her trademark in the Realm; how the sun, when it shone against her horns and tail, made them sparkle with joy in the life that was around them, her brown eyes so focused and yet contemplative, anxious to discover all that she could. This Lillian was barely wearing an oversized sweater and just didn’t have any of the life in her that Tera once knew.

But the old anger came through from Lily clearly when Tera used the name she truly disliked: “My name is Lily.”

Tera nodded, “Alright … Lily. I’m sorry.”

She answered with a snort of derision and then turned away, not interested in Tera any more. But Tera wasn’t going to leave, she wasn’t going to be brushed off, either. So Lily walked across the room and then paused beside her Sovereign.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

Tera waved her right hand, gesturing at the room around them both, “Why this?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Tera stood there, her tail swishing behind her, watching Lillian … er, Lily’s face, looking for a hint that she didn’t truly believe what she said. The problem was, she did. “It matters.”

Lily was suddenly standing in front of Tera, her finger poking against Tera’s chest, “NO, it doesn’t, not to anyone … No one cares, so I don’t either.”

Tera just looked at her and said nothing.

That, more than anything else, gave Lily pause, and she took a step back, but her words didn’t retreat: “No one cares, Tera. That’s the truth.”

Tera shook her head and then held the envelope she’d brought with her between the two of them. “This is the truth … Lily.”

The auburn-tail looked at the envelope, seeing the words written on it, but not understanding what Tera held or why it mattered. “I don’t do that any more.”

“No, you haven’t had the will to accept it. That’s the truth.”

“How can I?”

“Why can’t you? Why can’t you try, just one more time, to see?”

“It’s not worth it. I’ll just …”

“… make things worse? Make a mistake?”

Lily turned away and started walking, but Tera followed her through the mansion, always two steps behind, and constantly asking her questions as she did so …

“Think about all of the good you have done. Think about all of the good you can do. Have you considered that?

“You matter, can’t you understand that?

“Why don’t you come back and see that you are wanted?”

It was in the main hall where Tera finally stopped being kind and started pressing the one button that she knew would get Lily’s attention.

“Lillian.”

“Lily.”

“No, your name is Lillian. That’s the name your mother and father gave you, that’s who you are.”

“My name is Lily!”

Tera caught Lily’s hand as it moved to strike her and held it tightly. Tera wasn’t mad, not even close to it. She was upset with herself more than anything else.

“If you want to be … Lily … then …” Again, Tera showed her the envelope, not saying another word.

When Lily tore the letter from Tera’s hand, the Queen feared that it would be ripped into pieces in the next moment for the frustration that she could see in Lily’s eyes.

“I don’t promise anything, Tera.”

“Just read it? Please? I’m not asking you to do anything more than that.”

Lily finally opened the envelope and read the note it held. For some time, she didn’t know what to say. She did wish that she could take back what she said to Tera about calling her “Lillian” and the other stupid things she now regretted. Much like Tera did, she just read the words, then traced them with her fingers … and really thought about what it asked of her … of them.

“Tera, I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about … Lily. I …”

She looked at Tera wistfully, “No, “Lillian” is fine, Tera. I should have understood that better … understood why you never said my name any other way.”

“I couldn’t explain …”

“I know. I’ve forgotten who I am. I’ve lost what I can do, Tera … I …”

Tera still wasn’t pleased with herself. She brushed a hand through her hair and asked, “What are you going to do?”

Lily folded the note and whispered, “I don’t know.”

Tera closed the distance between them, her right hand touching Lily on the shoulder … a touch Lily hadn’t felt in centuries: “Perhaps not knowing is where we start?”

Lily was confused, but listened to what Tera had to say. The two of them talked until the sun set on the Realm and, finally, they decided on what they would do. They hoped that it would be … somehow … what was meant to be. And that it would make two dreams—now three—come true.

Finally, Lily asked Tera a question. “Why me?”

Tera’s reply made them both smile …

… “Because. What other reason need there be?”

 

To be Continued in Part 2

5 comments

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  1. avatar
    James

    Her Majesty has keft herself a lot of questions to be answered in part two. Of course, the story may not yet have told her that there are really MORE than two parts . . .

  2. avatar
    TeraS

    I am, if nothing else, verbose sometimes…

    Tera

  3. avatar
    James

    You are so much else. But here, like the best storytellers, you let your story have its life and let it take you where it leads. It is part of your gift.

  4. avatar
    Miles

    Indeed the delicious meat of the story is wondering what it is within that envelope that sings so purely of Lillian. Ideas and hints are teased and toyed with like elaborate literary foreplay but even with part 2 the character drama keeps the center stage with those questions luring the audience through.

    I simultaneously await and dread conclusion… for an unopened package is sometimes the most exciting. Unopened it contains Everything. Opened it contains Something.

    Though I trust that you have Something very much worth seeing.

  5. avatar
    TeraS

    The gift might not always be there my heart but we try…

    Tera

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