Agnieszka
Of all the things that Agnieszka found to be difficult, nighttime was not among them. She was comfortable in the dark, bathing in moonlight and meditating on the stars, the rhythm of the waves sometimes even soothed her into a dreamless sleep. She’d tried at first to settle into an unoccupied cave, but the enclosed place had on occasion made her heart pound in a heavy sad way. And then there were the dreams. Dreams full of blood, violence, and shadows. In those dreams lived the memory of a magic great and terrible. It was the magic that always woke her, the only thing she recognized, the thing she reached for in the dream only to wake cold, woefully empty and sickeningly sad. So she left the cave behind for good.
On the peninsula she had found a place set apart, where during the day, when being among the others became too much, she could look out over the beach and the white caps of waves. They grass was long, and a single scrubby pine tree, twisted by the wind, grew up from amongst several large rocks that served to block her from said wind when necessary. At first that one tree had spoiled this place for her a bit, but, over time she had accepted it as her companion. It was only one tree, not an entire forest.
She returned to it late, in the dark, but even in the inky black night she could find her way through Nerine without difficulty. What was lost seemed lost forever but the new memories formed and remained without flaw.
So she knew the shape of him when she arrived home in the dark.
The sliver of moon provided a silvery impression of his topline, and that had been enough. ”Stillwater.” Softly, surprised, unnerved even, but her familiarity with the ebony male helped her to tamp down her reactive nerves. Having paused, she came closer, moth to flame. He was a most unexpected visitor, but she would not have expected any visitors at all. Everyone else who knew her was right here in Nerine. At this moment, everyone who knew her was right here in Nerine. ”Are you supposed to be here?” She asked, finding her tone to be just a little conspiratorial, and a little suspicious.
Agnieszka had lost her memory, but she wasn’t stupid. A man waiting for you in the dark doesn’t just want to ask you how your day was. She glanced back along the path she’d taken to reach this place.She could have called out, summoned someone out of their cave and to her side. But even under the shadow of midnight he was beautiful. The thrill of someone seeking her out was too irresistible and she turned her scarred face back to her dark visitor.
an unequaled gift for disaster
@[Stillwater]