Part 625 – Isellta’s Interlude

Isellta glanced up at the guards as they escorted him down the hall. They were silent, masked, and vastly uncommunicative.

He wondered how he could bring up the subject of their masks.

I could blurt it out, I suppose.

He cleared his throat. “Do you suppose spring will ever come? It’s been so snowy lately.”

No response.

Not even a glance.

He sighed. “I like the snow. It’s clean and white and uncluttered. I guess that makes me odd.”

Nothing.

“Fey are supposed to like green and flowers and…”

Robin.

Wait. Why am I thinking of him now?

Robin.

I don’t know why.

It doesn’t make sense.

“Do either of you have a significant other?”

The one on the right grunted.

Isellta flapped his wings at the response.

It’s barely a response, but it’s something. “What is her name?”

“Maelin.”

The other guard cleared his throat.

“Maelin. Mae lin. Mael yin. It’s a fey name.” He smiled slightly. “Do you want to know what it means?”

Another grunt, which Isellta took as an affirmative.

“It means ‘Slight light’.”

The guard turned his head.

“It seems like a strange name. Maybe even an insult. But there is more to it. ‘Slight light’ refers to the very beginning of dawn before night has completely broken. But you can see it. Far off in the distance. A faint thinning of the midnight blue. A very slight lightening.”

“I didn’t know that.”

The other guard cleared his throat a little louder.

“Is she pretty?”

“As pretty as the sky.”

Isellta considered that response and found it to be bordering on nonsensical. “The sky isn’t always pretty. Sometimes it’s dark. Sometimes it’s cloudy and stormy. Sometimes you can’t even see the sun.”

“I know. She is exactly like that. And sometimes the sky is clear. And sometimes it is just so blue the blueness fills your mind.”

Robin is just like that. But his blue skies are so rare. I want them to be common. I want them to be every day.

I want to see him again.

And not just on a monitor.

I could wait for him to find me.

I could escape.

But.

If I go back, what if…What if he doesn’t want me to come back? What if he yells at me to leave him alone?

What if he hits me again?

Why does he have to be so complicated?

Why can’t he be a simple straight line? Why must he be so many twists and turns and constant reversals so I don’t even know which way he’s turning?

I want him to turn to me.

I don’t know why.

I want him to smile at me.

I don’t know why.

I want him to…to…

I don’t know.

And I don’t know why.

“Here’s your room.”

Isellta looked up at the communicative guard. “Can I have your mask?”

“No.” He turned on the lights. “I’m sorry, but you’re gonna have to stay in here until Mr. Caten says otherwise.”

Isellta’s wings folded against his back. “Could you come back later? I have some questions I need to ask you.”

“Sure.”

Isellta smiled.

They closed the door and locked it.

His smile fell.

He walked over to the bed and sat down.

I wish.

Robin.

I wish you were here.

***

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