Sylvia had not been abducted, but rather had fled after being forced from her undwellable lake that had become so stagnant and defiled her spirit could not withstand its influence any longer.
She circled the sphere twice over before winding her way into the currents, moving then through to the starry fields that were peppered with infant meteorites - who with a rambunctious playfulness, hurled themselves forcefully about her, energetically skimming the skies in circles, seeking out their place here and there.
The older ones pursued her path as far as they could follow, pulling at her skirt, slowing her speed.
Sylvia was searching for that familiar beam that would take her to the Grand-mama’s house … yet it was difficult to find it amongst the competing brilliance. Every star, a human soul watching her movements with a curious fixation …
Grand-mama had four houses in the mortal world, and Sylvia did not know which of the four she might find her in. Her fearfulness alarmed her all the more, and a coldness crept into her psyche. She needed to know that her Grand-mama was doing well - and that the mortal World had not been affected … yet.
* * *
“I’m not going back” she pleaded woefully. Memories that made her skin crawl flooded over her. She, the once Lady of the Lake, had been pursued and captured some centuries earlier, with not one who had come to save her. Evicted yet again.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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