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Silence

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She had never minded the snow. A blizzard or storm was a different story; but a soft and gentle snowfall, there was something so pristinely peaceful about that. The silence, the stillness, the beauty. Isuelt was sitting atop a cleared spot on a table in a neighborhood park just outside of Dragon's Gate. She was dressed in warm layers of leather, light wool and cashmere; her hair was pulled back into a long, low ponytail beneath a beanie. She was alone, quietly watching the scene before her with her palms pressed together, her hands wedged between her knees. The day had been uneventful, as of late many of her days had been uneventful and perhaps she was here in solitude just now to give thanks for that.

The voices, most specifically one particular voice, within her head had been quieted to nothing more than a dull murmur over the past few months and she found herself more focused, healthier, happier than she had in a long time. She was finally beginning to understand what it meant to be a citizen of this city. Just a citizen. Not its keeper, not its protector, not its vigilante. Just a citizen. It was refreshingly simple and incredibly uplifting. The long-time general was eventually able to see the battlefield in her rear view mirror and it was, in fact, more liberating than she had planned on it being.

Isuelt watched a cardinal flutter down to the new snow from the tree above; its bright red wings and majestic crest standing out like a beacon against the newly fallen blank canvas. Her gaze focused on him as he hopped around a few times, pecking at the ground as if to question where the grass had gone. He looked around, and for a moment it seemed as if he was watching Isuelt as well. She took that moment in and held his gaze, as she held her breath. She remembered what her mother always said about cardinals. That they were the representations of souls coming to say hello. Isuelt smiled softly as she let her memories dwell on her gentle mother. Her stern, but fair, father. Her protective brothers. Until at last she let her mind relax and remember her husband.

He had an easy smile and a genial sense of humor. He was quick to laugh, quick to sing and quick to make people love him. She wondered what he would think of her now. What he would say to her had he the chance to say anything, just one thing. Would he be disappointed in her? Would he be proud of her? She was practically a different person than she had been those many years ago; would he even recognize her? Isuelt sat with those thoughts until she realized that the cardinal she had been watching was no longer there. He had flown away as suddenly as he'd appeared. Isuelt's gaze lightly searched the trees in the park, but she did not see a speck of red anywhere. Instead, she inhaled slowly, still reveling in the peaceful silence of the snowfall, and let the moment pass her by.
Isuelt DeRomiano
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