despite the fact that she does not recognize him, her eyes cannot look away. her heart beats so frantically that she feels it might burst from her chest any second. when his words fall on her ears she can only shake her head, refusing to believe this is a mere coincidence. her soul feels sorrow and joy in equal measure. to hear her language being spoken, after so long, after wishing so hard, causes more bittersweet tears to leave her dark eyes. it is his words that trouble her and cause an ugly lump to rise in her throat. she takes a step back, shuddering, and waving her head again. Ne. to nemůže být tak…musíte mě vzít domů.
her breathing is erratic as she struggles to comprehend the fact that after all this time, one of her own kind has come to this land but still does not know her, doesn’t know her family… she speaks again, her voice sounding harsher than she intends. ne. musíte o mně vědět. jaromír je můj otec. bozena je mé jméno. musíte o mně vědět. by the time she speaks her fathers name her voice cracks and softens and by the time she utters again, you must know me, her voice is a mere whisper. for the first time since she saw him she closes her eyes and keeps them tightly shut, wishing this was all just a bad dream. it is the first time in months she has not felt totally alone and still she wishes she had never left the peak this morning. the aching wretched feeling in her heart has returned forcefully as she remembers waking up alone on the shoreline of the commons. her family gone. her home gone…she had hoped he held all the answers but all the stranger has to offer are more questions.
