Green Eyes
Magic. Oh how I miss magic. I know now what Zillah meant when he said I shouldn't use my magic here. These people from the future wouldn't understand, they'd panic. My voice can't muster the spellwords, anyways, even when I try hard to think of them and bring them to life.
Patrick, my dear friend, procured me a set of fire poi. He had seen my entranced stare at a couple of street performers, and presented them knowing somehow that they would make me happy. I'd often sit in my cardboard shanty and hold them, feeling the leather grip, the linked chain, and the coarse fabric that was used as a wick. I'm not sure how Patrick found them, or could afford them for that matter, but they were the one thing I carried with me everywhere. At night, I'd find a secluded place and swing them about, tensing and stretching out muscles I'd forgotten existed. Swinging them around into curlicues, sweeps, and twists was the closest to magic I could muster.
It was on such a night, when I was lost in the reverie of the dance, when a subtle light caught my eye. A misty glow filled the air, scattered orbs that floated about lazily like fireflies coalesced to the spot right before me. Then the greenest of the green stared back at me, a soft child's face framed by dark locks. She was young with such innocent eyes, and she let out a little giggle and smile when she looked up at me.
"It's you, what are you doing here?" she mouthed, my voice coming forth from those little pert lips. My... voice? She clutched something tightly in her little fist, which she opened slowly, exposing my amber nose ring. She smiled down at it, then looked back up at me. The flickering glowing halo that surrounded her brightened, and she slowly disappeared, still grinning at me with those lime-colored eyes.
Patrick, my dear friend, procured me a set of fire poi. He had seen my entranced stare at a couple of street performers, and presented them knowing somehow that they would make me happy. I'd often sit in my cardboard shanty and hold them, feeling the leather grip, the linked chain, and the coarse fabric that was used as a wick. I'm not sure how Patrick found them, or could afford them for that matter, but they were the one thing I carried with me everywhere. At night, I'd find a secluded place and swing them about, tensing and stretching out muscles I'd forgotten existed. Swinging them around into curlicues, sweeps, and twists was the closest to magic I could muster.
It was on such a night, when I was lost in the reverie of the dance, when a subtle light caught my eye. A misty glow filled the air, scattered orbs that floated about lazily like fireflies coalesced to the spot right before me. Then the greenest of the green stared back at me, a soft child's face framed by dark locks. She was young with such innocent eyes, and she let out a little giggle and smile when she looked up at me.
"It's you, what are you doing here?" she mouthed, my voice coming forth from those little pert lips. My... voice? She clutched something tightly in her little fist, which she opened slowly, exposing my amber nose ring. She smiled down at it, then looked back up at me. The flickering glowing halo that surrounded her brightened, and she slowly disappeared, still grinning at me with those lime-colored eyes.
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