In the Earth year 2020, when that world stopped, when her love of many lifetimes finally left her side, Elanī opened up her home as a haven for those Sensitives who were in need of safe expression, peaceful rest, light play, and of course, loving care. It was all she had the strength for at that time, and in that place. Elanī sighed deeply, a sigh as old and weary as the world herself, and turned slowly to go back inside. Back through the silver netted screen door, festooned with clear crystals, catching the sunlight, and tossing sparkling rainbows this way and that. Before she reached it, the singing rocks in her Secret Garden trembled excitedly and trilled sweetly with tinny voices; foretelling Elanī, and all else who would hear, of a Coming. Telling of a shifting change without hinting of what that change might possibly be. The winds picked up then, clean and cooling and decisively clearing. Elanī shivered slightly in her butter cream, loose-knit wrap. “Can you feel that?” She asked quietly of her milk white cat, sitting by her bare foot and neatly licking its front paw. “Can you sense that, Hades?” Hades the Cat paused its licking, only looking up briefly to fix Elanī with a sagely knowing, golden-eyed stare, and then resumed its meticulous grooming of his glorious wintry coat. Something was coming undone, had come undone. Elanī just knew it. But it was the what that niggled at the corners of her mind, and worried the fine hairs on her warm dark skin. “Tea!” Elanī said aloud to herself and rushing off to set the kettle to boil. “I’ll make some tea.”
“Since when did you invite Change in?” Asked Hades in a throaty, lazily quiet tone.
“Don’t be smug, Haids.” Elanī bristled. “It’s not nearly as cute as you think it is.” At which, Hades shrugged one sleek shoulder, and stalked off towards the sitting room.
Installment #2 of Foggy Mirrors will be posted on Wednesday.
Installment #1 Photo Credit by Inga Gezalian on Unsplash