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The Book of 27: #19 – Starvow: The Unspoken Vow

The Cartography of Brigid

In the hush before sunrise, Felreil remembers her — not as a person, but as light.

A quiet kind of love — like the sound of a wave inhaling before it breaks, or rain sighing against warm skin — the kind that makes you think, Oh, I love that, without knowing why.

It was an early-winter dawn of an unspent year; from the old oak, he watched as Brigid lit a candle in her east-facing window — not out of habit, but as breath, a silent greeting sent across the mist into the widening distance between them.

He remembers the morning she found a black river stone on her doorstep, smooth and warm, still curved from the shape of his wing — and how, when she held it, it settled perfectly into the quiet space she always kept open for him.

He loved that space — that unspoken, unclaimed territory — and filled it daily with every colour of thought, every shade of her quietness.

And now, perched between both worlds, Felreil reflects on the candle’s flicker and thinks: not all glyphs are inked — some are written in light, held in stones, and felt in the silent places where two souls yield to orbit.

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Written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story including the word “yield”.  Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.