falling from a great height  

Andalee knew descent, and she knew falling; and this was falling. 

It wouldn’t have done, in a decision like this, to have simply descended.  For this, you fell, and you fell long.  There was a moment, right after she pushed off the precipice, when her gut was wrenched by the irreversibility of it, but it was followed by a heady mix of exhilaration and resignation as she felt her fall pull her on its inexorable course down, down, down.   And the world, in its stately and graceful way, spiraled upwards to meet her. 

There was probably a moment, some time past now, when she could have changed her mind.  But the others were too stubborn, too callous, too set in their ways. She would be happier.  It was really decided in the moment she knew the council had turned against her, those cold, impassive faces, all full of the rightness of their power and their sick pride. Power? What kind of power? A terrible joke, almost, the way they bound it up in their laws and codes and in their joyless music, instead of really changing things. Well, she’d show them what could really be done. 

Only the one they called Magister Blood, because his name was said to be too terrible to speak even among his own kind, had smiled at her; a cold smile, and it had chilled her deeply as he looked at her from his great seat with his long sword like a scepter in his hand, but it had given her just enough courage to take the next step. 

“Fine,” she’d said, barely able to restrain her rage, “I’ll go, then.  I’ll leave the council and the Hall. I’ll go into the world and do what I can. And if none of you will stand with me, I’ll do it alone.” 

It was then that the Highmost had spoken, as he rarely did, in his dry, terrible rasp, his lips just seen moving in the shadows under his yellow cowl: “Andalee, are you decided on this course?” 

“Yes,” she’d said, and her voice had barely broken at all. 

“Go, then,” said the Highmost, “go, and take no blessing with you, but live in the world and be of its corruption. You leave behind all trappings, all offices, all rights to voice and to Council.  Let emptiness be your legacy in this place.  This shall not be undone.” 

And then she’d swept away, before any of the others could have a chance to turn their backs on her, and left the Hall to go prepare herself. 

So now it came to this, this fall, and she would allow herself to take no shape that would ease the pain of it for her, but let the world do what it would when she came into it.  And as it came closer, she could see in her mind the Magister’s grim smile, and wondered for the first time if she had it in her to do what she set out to. 

She hadn’t expected the rush on her senses, though; the brightness of its greens and blues, the sharp, sweet smell of it: the strange music of its sounds all at once, louder and louder as the vast, voluptuous roll of its landscapes careened up to welcome her. Teeming life in forests and deep pools, in shadowed crevasses and running over huge plains, all of it, all together, a song and a great work to welcome her with jubilation as well as pain. 

The earth, when she struck, was hard; but she’d known harder.

 

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