A piece of a story
It was too much to handle, so suddenly, so violently all at once.
Rosie had known that getting magic would change her very anatomy, but she hadn't imagined that it would change the entire universe. Everything around her had changed, had shifted into so much more.
Each object in the room had it's own energy, it's own story tracing back deep into the earth, and Rosie struggled with the new capacity to feel all this and internalize it. She thought she might burst from the intensity of it.
And more than that, she felt it all calling to her, beckoning her, asking for her care and help and... love. How was she expected to love so many things? She wasn't sure she had it in her, but maybe that had changed too.
She turned to Loretta, who was sitting in a nearby armchair, watching her. "I didn't expect it to be like this," she choked out. Loretta laughed a bit unkindly. "I told you it came with responsibilities, that it would make you into something different." Rosie stared up at the dust motes floating in the air, trying to focus on them and not the rest of the world bombarding her with need. "Elias... my mother... they never talked about the way it feels. They never acted as if they were being called upon by everything and everyone for help."
"They never knew any differently," Loretta said with a wave of her hand. "Besides, neither of them cared much for duty."At that moment, Cecily walked into the room. "Get out," Loretta demanded immediately, but not before Rosie focused on her face.
She gasped slightly as she felt everything radiating from her... she had never known anyone as well as she now knew Cecily, just by looking at her. She was so intricate, complex, iron-clad strong but also spider-web thin in different places... if Rosie wanted, she could give the tiniest push in just the right place and destroy her.
She could not know such things about a person, and not love her.
Cecily looked at Rosie nervously and obediently left the room. When the door snapped shut, Rosie turned to Loretta. "You have a shield up," she said accusatory. "I can't feel your energy at all." Loretta smiled, "Oh yes, you'll develop one too, I'll make sure of it. Once you're like this you gain enemies, and you've got to learn how to hide your secrets. To protect yourself." Rosie nodded, suddenly perturbed at how easily it must have been to those closest to her in her life to see so deeply into her.
Which then of course made her think of Elias. She always knew he'd understood her more than anyone, shifted to her every desire and knew her emotions better than she did. It hadn't bothered her as a child, in fact it had been wonderful, but now... the thought of him reading her being like a novel mortified her. She vowed she would develop her shield before seeing him again. For she would see him again, she had no doubt.
Rosie had known that getting magic would change her very anatomy, but she hadn't imagined that it would change the entire universe. Everything around her had changed, had shifted into so much more.
Each object in the room had it's own energy, it's own story tracing back deep into the earth, and Rosie struggled with the new capacity to feel all this and internalize it. She thought she might burst from the intensity of it.
And more than that, she felt it all calling to her, beckoning her, asking for her care and help and... love. How was she expected to love so many things? She wasn't sure she had it in her, but maybe that had changed too.
She turned to Loretta, who was sitting in a nearby armchair, watching her. "I didn't expect it to be like this," she choked out. Loretta laughed a bit unkindly. "I told you it came with responsibilities, that it would make you into something different." Rosie stared up at the dust motes floating in the air, trying to focus on them and not the rest of the world bombarding her with need. "Elias... my mother... they never talked about the way it feels. They never acted as if they were being called upon by everything and everyone for help."
"They never knew any differently," Loretta said with a wave of her hand. "Besides, neither of them cared much for duty."At that moment, Cecily walked into the room. "Get out," Loretta demanded immediately, but not before Rosie focused on her face.
She gasped slightly as she felt everything radiating from her... she had never known anyone as well as she now knew Cecily, just by looking at her. She was so intricate, complex, iron-clad strong but also spider-web thin in different places... if Rosie wanted, she could give the tiniest push in just the right place and destroy her.
She could not know such things about a person, and not love her.
Cecily looked at Rosie nervously and obediently left the room. When the door snapped shut, Rosie turned to Loretta. "You have a shield up," she said accusatory. "I can't feel your energy at all." Loretta smiled, "Oh yes, you'll develop one too, I'll make sure of it. Once you're like this you gain enemies, and you've got to learn how to hide your secrets. To protect yourself." Rosie nodded, suddenly perturbed at how easily it must have been to those closest to her in her life to see so deeply into her.
Which then of course made her think of Elias. She always knew he'd understood her more than anyone, shifted to her every desire and knew her emotions better than she did. It hadn't bothered her as a child, in fact it had been wonderful, but now... the thought of him reading her being like a novel mortified her. She vowed she would develop her shield before seeing him again. For she would see him again, she had no doubt.
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