Ras lies in the velvet dark, tears falling to the steady beat of her heart. Without the fuel of sunlight she is imprisoned within a motionless body. In the heart of her homeland is the Soaring Peak, the only place on the planet that is always bright and her people flock there during this time, the Dark Span, trading and praying. But Ras is far from home, studying.
Suddenly Ras feels warm arms lift her.
“I’m sorry for this, I’m not strong enough to carry you any other way,” says a voice, as she is unceremoniously tossed over a shoulder not much bigger than her own.
Her bearer glides down the hall out to the courtyard where the ancient Birchwoods grow and begins to climb a tree, higher and higher until the branches grow dangerously thin. Her bearer shimmies out on one pulling Ras behind her and then finally stops.
At first Ras doesn’t understand why she has been brought here. Then her eyes widen as she watches her skin drink the weak light of the unobstructed stars.
“It isn’t enough to fill you up but I thought it might stop that dark state that makes you so sad,” says the voice.
Tears swell in Ras’s eyes as she watches the faint glow spread down her arms to her wrists, tendrils reaching for the tips of her fingers.
“All I can do is watch the stirrings of the dark, helpless. Thank you, Ochriese.”
“What do you see in the dark?” asks Ochriese, curious.
“Draslings, of course.”
“Everyone is wrong,” says Ras shrugging, “They don’t wish us harm, they just want more of what we have, time.”
“Don’t tell anyone else about the Draslings.”
“I’ll tell you later. Knot swear?”
“Knot swear,” says Ras.
The two girls sit like tiny fireflies in the night unaware of a pair of green flames flickering, watching, waiting, plotting.
Inspired by Trifecta’s word of the week:
1a : something that makes vision possible
b : the sensation aroused by stimulation of the visual receptors
2a : daylight
b : dawn
3: a source of light: as
a : a celestial body
b : candle