It took Laszlo's beckoning to draw Fia to the balcony. She flickered between smiles and caution until both her hands wrapped around the damp railing. A sweetly toned gasp was her first praise for the view. Lhavit was shrunk to a cobble of pastels ridged with fine details. Silken lilac, rose and young greens bloomed undying the mountains' pewter crags. Each peak was beaded together by bridges that vanished and reappeared with the glare. Over it all a drifted a fulgid phantom, growing broader with every rising mote of light. Fia's hand floated upward to rest just above her sternum, and she beheld the mountains with a hard won peace. There was a frightening symmetry to living. The same forces that dazzled and blessed would char and tear. Not unlike the creature beside her gesturing to the various peaks: he was broken between heaven breathed and gorge born. Nearer than usual, Fia could see the fine quartz dust that made Ethaefal seem more marble than flesh. What a wondrous world... Afraid she was caught in her admiration, she flung her eyes quickly outward. Fia said nothing for a long while, feeling the sweet ache the view brought her. Eventually, she leaned forward so she could rest her bent arms and chin on the railing. "Things can be so lovely, they hurt. I sometimes think I'm sad because I know they're not going to last forever, and other days because I want to just take them into myself," she was rummaging through her heartstrings to see if a more refined version of the thought was tied there. "But there's a valley... It's not wanting to be pretty," she explained, "That seems meager. It's-- it's wanting to be be able to bring delight, to make a mind grateful." A chime of quiet pealed, in which she longed for a learned tongue, one that could sing the desires haloing the sublime. "Maybe two bells," she commented, dispelling her dreamy airs, "For the rain to reach us." The wet winds were bundling clouds from the west and pushing them steadily toward the city. "Thank you for coming with me, Laszlo," she said softly. Her gratitude allowed an involuntary glimpse at the loneliness she had clinking round her throat. Diverting inspection, she smiled for a tease, "While we're here, don't forget to move around some. They might claim you for a bit a statuary with all that lustre and glass you've got." |