"But I can try if you wish..."
Soronume raised his hands back to the table top and took up his glass. The pain had now gone, and he took a sip from his drink before answering the star-maiden.
"Thank you for the thought Elwen, but I'm afraid that there will be little you can do for me, even with the talents you clearly possess. Such a wound is nothing but a memory and the pain little more itself. If you were able to rid me from its grasp I would still have to decline, for however uncomfortable it is, the memory is that of a dear friend and I would not 'heal' that under any circumstance."
Soronume looked deep into Elwen's eyes. The star maiden seemed to understand his intentions but didn't appear to see what Soronume had meant by not wanting the 'pain' to leave him, however much it hurt.
"Everyone in this room has their own woes and troubles" he gestured out into the busy room, then turned back to Elwen and Niniel. "Each of them different. This is mine, and I must learn to live with it as you both have with yours."
Now they understood. Elwen could see that not even she could heal this wound of his, and Niniel that Soronume carried just as many burdens as she. She realised she was not the only one with a darker past, and was contented in the thought that even with the star maiden's offer of help, Elwen was of no more help to him than helself.
Soronume took the last sip from his glass then placed it down on the table. "Another drink Niniel? Elwen?" He stood up, pushing his chair away from the table and took the three empty glasses away to the bar, leaving the two maidens sat alone.
[ May 16, 2003: Message edited by: Gorothlammothiel ]
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