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Flamme.
A mage of high renown – the messenger of a miracle. She who paved the foundation to the world’s lifeblood. She who held the torch for humanity against the face of evil. Against demonkind. A revered being – of ancient tales.
She remembers Flamme.
A woman of gentle disposition, firm smile and ambition. A woman who spent every waking moment being unapologetically herself. She lived life with the wind in her hair and seized fate as her own to control.
She remembers the smell of rain, the softness of spring grass. The breeze of the glen caressing her hair with the tenderness of a lover, and her mentor kneeled in front; brushing soil of the leaves of a freshly planted sapling. The hum of magic and the familiar jolt in the air. A knowing look and a teasing smile as she ruffles windswept hair.
"Once it grows, it'll still be protecting this place a thousand years from now."
She remembers soft cotton. Plain and comfortable chitons that were timeless comfort. They smelled like spring.
She remembers her red earrings.
"You'll be dead by then."
A smile.
"But you won't be."
"Someday, you'll make a terrible mistake and wish you'd gotten to know people better."
It had sounded mocking. An ominous warning with a smile.
Now she wonders, was that something learned from experience?
"Do you wish I knew you better? Are you being needy?"
Her huff of laughter was motherly, as was the hand on her head.
"Yeah, no."
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A room achingly familiar. Walls lined with scrolls, and musty comfort. Sunlight scattered in through the roof of roots.
And in the middle, a pedestal. A book awaiting - already opened to a specific page.
Aureole, the page reads.
"What an unpleasant woman."
Perhaps it wasn't just Himmel that she missed.