It’s a strange sensation, he hasn’t heard her voice for years, it sends shivers down his spine. The ( AIR ) that fills her voice has always been fresh and cool like the spring waters of Trigeda. It’s a mist across his memories, the feeling of her and yet it can’t be. SHE’S BEEN DEAD FOR YEARS. She’s been dead for years. He has to repeat it ( over and over and OVER ) in order to solidify it. Because it looks like it, it sounds like her, and his heart is tugging at the corners of it’s being for it to BE HER. As if the blood in his system had turned to lead and the ONLY WAY to reverse it was a kiss from a ghost of a time long past. His expression hardens. IT CAN’T BE HER. The desert is playing tricks on him… he’s gone soft. The sand is finding away and hanging a noose around his neck for him to want to STAY in one place and get devoured by the waves of sand ( the wind is picking up ). But he can’t ignore it. There’s a temperament to these lands, its dangerous to upset them.
“ KEEPSIE. ” the name leaves his lips once more. A harsh breath taken in as the warrior shifts his stance, shoulders rolling back. The LAND is not an enemy, though tonight it proved it can bite like one. The sun is still high in the sky, the heat around her feet causing waves to ripple across the sand. She’s aged. As if she hasn’t been dead — she looks WISER, stronger — things ( she’s always been ). A force to be reckoned with as far as he can remember. She looks about… HIS AGE ( when Bronx had been born ). But yet…. the beauty hasn’t left her, her skin still lacks the heavy scars that cover his. “ It’s been a while. ” he’ll play with the desert. The land is his HOME it won’t harm him. Or so the legends say.
He changes his stance, just the little things really but she catches it, He doesn’t even think you’re real. It slips through her mind a couple times. He was always as stubborn as a mule, he didn’t look like he aged a day, maybe a couple dozen new scars but still him. In her imagination she could simply walk over to his side get on a hummer travel back to their sweet home to meet their little warrior, but this is not her perfect little world, and he believes she’s dead.
“It has been, my love.” Stepping towards him she sighed. The jug of water that by now was lukewarm, sloshed with each step as she grew closer to him, she knew she didn’t look the same. It had been so long since she kissed her husbands sleeping lips and be exiled into the unforgiving land. “Queens…For just a moment please stop being so logical. Just be happy.”