Flickers by Meril

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Freedom


Freedom

"I do not think I'll ever marry."

"The forge is too demanding a lover?"

"No! I love this too much: this freedom. These highlands, where power is sung in every rock, where—"

"Poet."

"Cynic. Besides, I doubt any husband could keep up with me."

"How arrogant of you."

"You have no right to criticize for arrogance. No, I will live my days alone. Perhaps start a school."

"Atar expects me to marry."

"I pity your future wife."

Unbound by fate's webs, that day they were free. Years later, she would remember him as he was that day, and smile.


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