Post by Kenneth Ashland on Apr 27, 2005 8:31:15 GMT -8
6 out of 6 Primogen can't be wrong...
He sat, lights out, curtains open. The horizon was gradually shifting from pitch to cobalt. Soon it would be even lighter.
It was all so symbollic.
He had not really thought about it until it was mentioned, the change that had come over him since...well, since he almost died for the second time. It was all too obvious, on reflection.
When he had arrived in Seattle, he had been all smiles, all accepting. How else is the new kid on the block supposed to ingratiate himself? He had shook hands, kissed knuckles; tried to import the cordial attitude and graceful demeanor from his beloved Savannah.
But that all shifted. First by positional requirements...well, at least those instructed by Jelly Roll...and later...
He still remembered the nothingness of torpor, the dreamless expanse of an empty infinity. The cold. It had been so...cold...
The horizon lightened.
Nearly each Primogen had mentioned this transition, and he could naught but agree, and regret. Things had gotten out of hand.
The barest hint of sunlight edged upward, and his body immediately cried out for slumber, and security. He made himself remain still, teeth grit and warding off the Beast. Just for a moment. Just long enough to-
Instinct won out as soon at the light hit him, jumping up to pull the heavy black-out curtains, drenching the room in darkness.
He examined himself; found no damage, no scarring. He nodded, then nodded off, rolling into the cocoon of blankets on the bed.
As dreamlessness embraced him, he knew he would, knew he had to, emerge as something very different.
He sat, lights out, curtains open. The horizon was gradually shifting from pitch to cobalt. Soon it would be even lighter.
It was all so symbollic.
He had not really thought about it until it was mentioned, the change that had come over him since...well, since he almost died for the second time. It was all too obvious, on reflection.
When he had arrived in Seattle, he had been all smiles, all accepting. How else is the new kid on the block supposed to ingratiate himself? He had shook hands, kissed knuckles; tried to import the cordial attitude and graceful demeanor from his beloved Savannah.
But that all shifted. First by positional requirements...well, at least those instructed by Jelly Roll...and later...
He still remembered the nothingness of torpor, the dreamless expanse of an empty infinity. The cold. It had been so...cold...
The horizon lightened.
Nearly each Primogen had mentioned this transition, and he could naught but agree, and regret. Things had gotten out of hand.
The barest hint of sunlight edged upward, and his body immediately cried out for slumber, and security. He made himself remain still, teeth grit and warding off the Beast. Just for a moment. Just long enough to-
Instinct won out as soon at the light hit him, jumping up to pull the heavy black-out curtains, drenching the room in darkness.
He examined himself; found no damage, no scarring. He nodded, then nodded off, rolling into the cocoon of blankets on the bed.
As dreamlessness embraced him, he knew he would, knew he had to, emerge as something very different.