Samara's Insight

Sam – do you know what it is like to feel pain, from the loss of love never gained? 

 Muse – What do you mean? 

 Sam – It must be nice to live where others have framed your being. I was stricken and thrown from my people, and then yours, long ago. 

 Muse – And why were you excommunicated from your people? 

 Sam chuckles and Muse looks on in wonder and curiosity. 

 Sam (flippantly) - because I loved someone, because I loved a woman, because of love. 

 Muse – You loved? That seems preposterous… (unsure) What was this woman’s name? 

 A smile stretches across Sam’s face and she almost dances merrily in place. 

 Sam (tenderly) – Juniper, they called her Ezthra, but I called her Juniper. 

 Muse – Juniper, you loved her? You speak as if they call her nomore. 

 Sam (growing angry and then softens) - They killed her, they thought her tainted by me and drug her to the queen’s feet to be skewered like a rat. Gutted with her heart pulled to dangle like a necklace from her throat. I couldn’t do anything but watch from my knees. Then they changed me and forced me above to suffer with the memories. 

 Muse – And how did they change you? Did you at least get a memory to say goodbye to this love? 

 Sam falls into a state of uncontrollable laughter, almost keeled over, before straightening back into a gentle pose. 

 Sam (inwardly hurt)- no, she didn’t know my name and found me hideous faced. I wasn’t like this before, they forced me into this… sickness. 

 Muse (thoughtfully) – hmm, she didn’t know your name? What is it your implying? 

 Sam’s visage seems to shift a furrow into anger, her eyes darkening and her back hunching under the tense pose. Muse feels a different aura cast from the woman’s being as she interrupts him. 

 Sam (angry) - I watched her from afar, we never spoke, SHE DIDN’T KNOW MY NAME! that is what I am implying your insolent fool, she was dead. has your wisdom been drug so far into the abyss…? 

 A breath is released, and Sam stills and slackens back into a softer pose. 

 Muse (knowingly) – Is that why you seek power? To bring her back. 

 Sam fills the room with tinkling laughter. 

 Sam (softly) – if only it was that simple (darkly) I have done things I wish I hadn’t, more than a fool like you would understand. (tears up) I wish I hadn’t done it… 

 Muse (worried) – What have you done, woman!? 

 Sam (tearfully) – I need power to fix her... to put her back… 

 Muse’s worry grows as Sam shifts in place to stand far away from the sage. 

 Muse (pointed) – Where is she? Where is this Juniper? 

 Sam’s face furrows and then stretches in a grin, her eyes darkening and muse notices with a wince the red bead of color staining her iris. 

 Sam (both fearfully and savagely, two voices speaking almost at once) – I am (she is) right here. 

 To Be Continued…