Eyes

Vlohrir was locked up in the Hylin cell. He was not a prisoner, he was not a guest. Give him food without fail, said Akira to the Hylin. Vlohrir was rested and his eyes never opened. The rain was finally subsiding and the last bit of raindrops fell into her eyes extinguishing the fire that brewed in them. She closed them and let it brew inside until they finally dripped down through her cheeks. After a very long time, it was not her tears that fell from her eyes, but the tears of the planet itself. Her mask was removed as she looked above at the stars. Two stars particularly shone brightly that day. It was Leonadir and her mother, she concluded! Some one called for her and she put her mask on.

Seronn rubbed his eyes as they were disturbing him. His mask lay on the table by the side of him. He widened it and rubbed it and the itch would never go away. He went to the sink and poured some water in them and the itch still persisted. He then sat there in dismay as he was left helpless. Let me rest my eyes for a bit, he wondered and closed them for a while. He was in deep sleep and was suddenly awoken by a bad dream. And when he got up, for a few seconds the irritation in his eyes were gone. Thank god! he said and then scolded himself for praising god. He got back to his work and within a few minutes the irritation came back to haunt him. He walked to the deck and saw that Thronir was sat there, working on something himself. My friend! he said to Thronir. " Can you help me with something?" he asked him. How can I help? asked Thronir. I have this irritation in my eyes and it just does not go away, he said to him. I have tried everything to stop the irritation, but it still persists, he said to him. "Thronir could not help but laugh" and this angered Seronn. Why are you laughing? are you trying to irk my wrath? he asked him. No, nothing of that sort, replied Mithrir. Just let it rest for a while or shift your attention from it. Just do not give it any importance, he said to him. But I have to use it every waking second, how do I not give it importance? asked Seronn. Does the fluttering of your eyes decide between your life and death? he asked him. What kind of question is that? asked Seronn. Does it? asked Mithrir again. No, of course not, replied Seronn. Then it is not that important right now, he said to him. Seronn slowly shifted his attention away from his eyes and the itching began to go away. My friend, said Mithrir " The problem only exists if you give it importance" shift your focus away from it and the problem will go away.

Seronn nodded!