| Cell |
| I first made contact with Vyarmi in my garden-place. He was seeking comfort while I was seeking company, so we found solace in each other. I had been deep in thought, contemplating a magenta tulip, when he appeared at the gate. I opened it with a flick of my wrist and in he walked. Coming to a stop at the foot of the giant maple tree with pink and yellow foliage, he examined my garden-place. He raised his hand in the traditional dream-salute, index and middle fingers and ring and pinkie pressed together, forming a v. I returned the guesture and rose to stand facing him across the bed of multicoloured roses. We studied each other. On the surface, he was 7 feet tall, broad, muscular, with extremely long blue and purple hair streaming out behind and above his head and deep green robes with electric currents running through them. Inside, though, I could sense an immense sadness, and a deep loneliness. He needed someone with whom he could touch minds. I don’t know how much he sensed of my identical sadness and loneliness, but he saw a 5-foot tall, scantily clad, golden skinned voluptuous female, with orange hair cut close to the scalp and 6 inch long silver nails. After a timelessly short interval, we both broke into huge grins and settled down in the lotus position in mid-air. What brings you to my realm? I asked him, lowering my eyelashes sexily. Looking for company? I allowed a merry twinkle to show in my eyes and watched the corners of his mouth twitch upwards ever so slightly. He knew that I was fully aware of how he felt and what he was looking for. I seek comfort in a friend. He replied. I’ve yet to find one true enough that I may unburden my heart of its pain. Perhaps you could help me there. Are you a true friend, Dheline? I gasped at the use of my name. I had not told him what it was. He should not have been able to pick it out of my thoughts, yet somehow he knew it. What form of power do you have that you can find my true name? How do you know it? He considered the question for a moment, clasping his hands and twining his fingers together while deep in thought. Locking eyes with me, his lips again twitched in that almost-smile. How do you hear the song of the birds you have imagined and thereby created? He asked as a starling trilled its song. I don’t know how I see your name; I know it. It is not such a great achievement. You could see my name, if you felt for it. I pursed my lips in a careful frown and closed my eyes. Reaching out with my mind, I found his and carefully probed the surface. I sensed laughter as he felt the gentle tickle of my presence in his head. Suppressing a minor twinge of irritation, I plunged deep into his thoughts. Testing the ‘air’, I felt for a name to the confusing, ever changing kaleidoscope of images and feelings that ran through his mind. Feeling a faint whisper, I followed it to the very core of his being. There, I poised on the brink of a great well of loneliness and looked down into the darkness. There, I saw his name. Extricating myself from it all in a split second and returning to my own body, I opened my eyes slowly. Vyarmi, I named him, trying not to shout my triumph. Dheline, He smiled at me, and I returned his grin. |
| And of course, this is my original work and copyrighted to my name. |