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…