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Omri's Notes - Flower Memories

Courtesy of Omri Azar

  As with the prior section, this is a memory of memories. These accounts are in no particular order.

War Declared on Wayland
  Red and yellow flower.
  I’m in a feasting hall and I can sense people all around me, silent save for the satyr speaking at the front. People are just a presence around me as I focus on the satyr and the King he’s standing beside. I cannot identify the King, who is silent. The satyr is reading something, an announcement. The king is seemingly unmoved.
  No, not unmoved. Distant. He feels distant. His focus doesn’t feel like it’s all the way here.
  Words meld from one to another, difficult to remember since I wasn’t writing them down, but I remember “For too long” someone… somethings… some us? have suffered from the “undying mortal threat.” And the satyr keeps intoning. There’s something I notice. People are looking… Fae are scattered throughout the hall, making things, but a sense of uneasiness, unsurety permeates the air. I can still taste it.
  When the satyr finally finishes, a proclamation of war by an enemy and all its allies, there is silence.
  The silent King steps forward and speaks. “You know this is about…” I can’t remember. I can’t hear. I can’t see.
  I realize I’m looking through a lens. I’m not there. I let my mind drift into it too much. This is not me, I am not this.
  This is all I got from the red/yellow flower.

Looking for Mab
  Black-petal flower.
  This one is easier, I remember I’m me. It’s almost more frustrating, for where the memory fuzzes no longer feels like natural lapses, asynchronous from my mind.
  But I digress.
  I’m going hard in a haze, going around a corner on marbled floor, and catch a glimpse of moccasin encased feet pumping. I slam into the wall, I knew it was there. I used it, like I did when Váya threw up that circle and I used it as a force to bounce off against to renew my blows against our foes. I keep running. Stopping is bad. I’ll die if I stop even as I’m dying as I run.
  Damned mist doesn’t help. Can’t see. Doesn’t matter. I know who, what, is chasing me. I can’t let them catch me. Layer by layer I’m stripped away but not if…
  Run left, keep going, down the corridor, duck, leap. Falling but then catching myself on stone. Instructions pounding in my head of what I need to do next to stay ahead.
  I keep going far enough I see servants, blissfully unaware of the horror chasing me. Pity fills me. For them. For myself. But I can’t let it slow me. Again, left, down, right, towards my destination, my goal. The gardens. Her. The gardens where I can find her.
  I know the workings but it depends on the rulers, but tonight it’s all chaos. Chaotic. Keep going, keep going. Have to find her.
  Before it’s too late.
  Before.
  She’s here. Beautiful and veiled.
  But.
  Something is wrong. I feel uneasy here. Maybe the memory, maybe me.
  Something is wrong.
  Muddled words drift into my ear and then I slip into sleep.
  Except I’m standing at a lens with a sinking feeling of dread for I fear I know this memory. Why is it here? What does it mean?
Created by Fern Eberhardt (Kelly Perfetto) at 12-13-23 04:50 AM
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