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I love the night, and better yet, I love the stars speckled within it. For years I had longed for a star, and not one I could pluck from the sky, but one that shone from deep within. I speak, of course, of my star. I've watched her from afar, gazing into the sky as she wove beautiful waves of colored cloth. I was but a smith, with dirt under his fingernails and a heart longing for a beautiful seamstress. Her clothing province rested across from my metal abode, so many a time when I set metal to cool, I stand out in the doorway and discreetly watch my beloved weave. It was a very delicate craft.. one which took delicate fingers. I could never do such a thing, my hands were bred to forge metal and weaponry. I sighed. We were complete opposites. Just like the sun and the moon. Not meant to be together, only to live our lives and to serve others. The day was particularly hot, and I had just finished a couple orders of swords that the King had asked for personally. I wiped my arm across my brow, exhausted as I hung my tools up. I went outside to the closest water trough to clean my hands and face, and through the corner of my eye I saw the seamstress walk towards me. I shook my hands, my face still dripping, still wondering if it was the heat that was causing an illusion before me. I coughed as soon as I heard her melodic voice, as smooth and quiet as the calmest of nights. "Excuse me, sir," she began, smiling (whether just to be polite or at the idiotic look on my face). "Might you be the smith of this town?" I nodded, still at a loss for words. I immediately hid my hands, stained over the years with charcoal. I coughed once again as she looked at me, and found my speech again. "Ah, yes miss. That'd be me," I smiled, trying not to look foolish. She giggled slightly, which made my heart melt. She continued. "Well, I am in need of a very special staff. My father suggested I come to you." She began to explain the details that her father had asked for, and I noted everything mentally, grinning inwardly. Here she was, beautiful in the sunlight, asking me to craft a perfect weapon. The details were tricky, but I knew I'd be able to manage the task. Night settled not long after, but I hadn't noticed, for as soon as the seamstress left for her abode, I began to work on laying out the plans for the staff. I ran the conversation over in my head again, as she told me that her father was a druid, and was looking for a staff of which would be as sturdy as metal, yet light, and having the appearance of a branch of sorts. I couldn't wait to begin, as I wanted to impress her and her father for being a quick and efficient worker. I needed the leaves of a certain plant, which grew at the top of our hill overlooking our village. I set off that very same night, to the top of the hill. I packed light, seeing as I wouldn't be gone for very long. As I left my shop, I looked over to the seamstress' place, but noticed no lights on like there usually was. I noted it for a moment, but shrugged it off, thinking nothing of it, and headed towards my destination. As I reached the top, the familiar plant's smell hit me along with the night air. It was a cool welcome as compared to the day's heat. And, as always, the night was dotted with stars. I dropped my pack, and inspected the leaves as I sought out which one would work best with the staff. At the edge of the hillside I spotted just what I needed, but it would take some reaching to get to it. I inched over carefully, trying to pluck the set of leaves I had my eye on, but in the distance it looked like I was reaching out to pick a star. In my distraction, I slipped, and tumbled down the hill and smacked into the earth. As the dust settled, I happened to land at the feet of the seamstress, an astrology book nestled in her lap. There I saw the star in her eye. "I knew you'd come here, the sun and the moon align at night," she smiled. How could I forget? She was a diviner. -Spiri | |