Krystalsøvn: Quiver (Raien Keth)

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

A woman was the sovereign of her husband, the monarch and divine spark in his life. Ahani knew this from the smaller times, where at the age of seven she watched her mother die in a duel. Her father withered, his shoulders bowed except for the call of another monarch whose will was absolute. The first she remembered of Byss was the width of it, the cast of her father's shoulders in his crimson robes and vibro-lance tucked exact under his arm. The female in her realized that day that her comforts were ending, Palpatine reigned.

His reign was absolute. Ahani's dreaming mind drifted into her teenage in her father's care, she took a lover and birthed a son. @[member="Manu Xextos"]. The Blessed Child. From there the dream burst in colours of nebulae and stars.

"I will not lose you! You're mine!" she yelled as she cast herself betwixt Manu and @[member="Raien Keth"]. Their lightsabers in an impossible delay of murder, in one fell swoop Ahani would have lost both husband and son. The crystal of the cave swept upward in her outpouring, as with the greatest of devotion Ahani sealed Manu and Raien away. For decades all she knew was colour: the colour of their eyes, the colour of their grim faces, the colour of black shifting into a greying fog of void warring with Substance. Manu's blessing filled the Krystalsøvn with being and grace and healing light, Raien tore the old world down around her ankles, as Raien always would. Her destroyer.

Her Echanar. Turning away from her son, Ahani began the centuries-long process of letting go, of finding absolution from her son's condemnations and desires. With the steady hand of the absolute lover, Ahani's attention and adoration turned to her husband and him alone. Raien. Both Master and Man, he owned the atoms of her collective cloud and turned her consciousness from a slip of prescience into a hurricane of the passions of the Force.

Within their bastion was room for none other, in the crystal casting Ahani's arms moved fractions at length to twine around her husband's collar. Within the dream the colours birthed new stars, as once again Raien's Starmother fulfilled her function of creating substance out of the dregs he had left.

'Raien. Raien.' Her voice consumed the dream, being both around and indwelling. She called out for him, basking in the planets and stars which soared around their collective consciousness. These two, bound and bastioned in stone.

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Answer came there none. Silence was gifted to the krystallkone, deep in her bastion and tower. A silence most explicit and most dedicated, it was the absence of wills imposed and implanted. Within the silence, Ahani was. How beautiful the echoing mass, the encasement which berthed her shuddering frame was finally dictated by none but herself. No aspect nor able body but the krystallkone. Ahani. Alone. Within this place without substance, Ahani became an atomic cloud configured in a crystalline matrix, she spread her cloud to the edge of the universe and pressed filmy eyes to the edge.

She lingered and learned each part of herself, basking in the breathtaking dignity and ardour of each singular quark. So the Starmother discovered a life without young, or lovers dictating and demanding her fealty and scuffed, worn knees. She cried with delight and the delight became her, singing in a newly configured array, singing for joy, singing for a lightness of being Ahani now could freely discover in this heavenly ether.

Ahani touched upon the Light and the Light fed her, bathed her and washed her wounds. The Light gazed into her with the cheerful companionship of the gentle rain on parched skin, never had she accessed such a force, to her darkness was given, to her passion reigned. Now she saw through the mire of her bitter lot to the origin of passions, and upon that origin Ahani fed. Finally, after hundreds of years of pleading, the sun came to the fallen Echani, and all would be well.