The Justiceers - Part Four: Chapter Six
the next chapter in my forthcoming novel
The Justiceers
by Daphne Garrido
Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
4.6
Temaeth’s storms were transcendent, splendorous; ever providing most beguiling notions to spirit, its waves crashing upon the heart of Gwevera Nightingale, cleansing her body of holdings, releasing every unneeded stress undertaken by the makings of her mind.
The drowning rains had come beneath thunder’s cries, those humbling calls of nature’s might — bestowing a most complete sense of oneness — home was where she’d find herself within Temaeth’s grasp, and it was everywhere upon Omirion.
Flow was a word Gwevera held tightly to her breast, a beacon for how she’d mean to live her life, its swirling nature to gently still the waters of her mind.
The ways she’d move would bring her natural being to the forefront, that swaying of her hips, and the rising feelings it birthed inside the body. She found her peace from graceful movement, those twists and turns of her spine, the releases of tensions throughout.
There was reason Teameth’s great serpents were revered to the Dwajìn; a spirit bond shared between races. These mythical creatures were known as the Mitzsch.
Each soul of Romelus who’d found them calling from inside their heart, would see themselves bound to one such divine beast, chosen from the energy of their spirit and brought to seek them out.
Gwevera was calling her Jaqui now — singing with songs of the heart, telling of this great swell in Temaeth’s mighty force — inviting his presence to be with her.
His tail had been seen first through the distant stirrings of Temaeth, curling into heights beyond its plunging fore self, growing to such widths of bulk in its root. Ripples carved in the sea radiated from this tremendous beauty and would never fail to birth wonder inside the spirit of Gwevera.
Jaqui had chosen her so long ago, when she’d been only a child, far earlier than these bonds were to be made by standards of principle.
One night, awaking from a dream she spent swimming by his side, she’d bore from her bedroom window into the ocean’s deep. Gwevera had gone to find him, seeking through that blackest night of Temaeth — feeling him the whole way, something quite aware what that meant — even if he was still in the distance, he’d be joining her soon, right here.
Then there he’d been, all at once — oh, what a sight it was to Gwevera’s spirit — such stirrings of passion rising to swell, time slowing upon the sight of his gentle smile in ways she’d recognize unique.
She’d known right then — she was his.
They’d swim together for hours that night, him taking her to depths of feeling she’d not experience again, those firsts so special to her heart always.
Life was born anew for Gwevera Nitingale upon Jaqui’s back.
Over the years, their allyship had become of most incredible reality and renown, beyond that shared by other Dwajìn and their Mitzsch pair-bonds, providing such example to her people of how one might better hold these unique relations between most very different beings.
Harmony was found with these two — within their difference itself — such balance crafted within each other’s reach.
This storm was a great one, and it had been going on for some time.
Gwevera would ride this out with her Jaqui, together witnessing the powers of Temaeth at its fullest, sharing the bliss of their rightness beside each other.
It was a greatest gift; their love. Jaqui was blessed to have Gwevera.
Almost as much, if not quite, as she’d been to have him wake her from that dream so many years ago.