Days Of Joy

Kumeu didn't stop to sit and rest. She didn't evendrop her backpack. The view on the downside of the peak drew her forward. Waves of silver light floated from tree to tree, disappeared into white clouds that drifted over the Valley, and were instantly replaced by another wave. The beautiful warm light drew Kumeu forward. The feeling from behind was quite different. It was not beautiful; it was cold.

Sparr joined Kumeu at the edge of the peak. Her eyes reflected the light of Lambent Valley. It washed the two travelers with white comfort. Their hearts slowed a bit; their attention was given over entirely to the Valley. There were no thoughts of the bad feelings they had experienced a short while ago. In front of them was safety. Lambent Valley was secure- welcoming. Of this they had no doubt. Sparr knew this from experience. Kumeu knew from the whispers of her spirit. Elves understand such things.

Sparr started down the mountain into the Valley. There was no defined path, but the incline was gentle, and the boulders and trees offered support at regular intervals. She didn't need to look back to see if Kemeu followed. There was no doubt she would. They made their way down in peace and quiet. There was no easy way to tell time. The Valley was well lit all the time. But there were slight shades of difference between day and night.

Mist-like lights swirled around their ankles as they walked. Their spirits were soothed by each step. It was as though the light had healing powers. Other light beamed from behind trees -randomly bouncing from rock to rock, sometimes striking Sparr and Kemue before disappearing into the increasingly dense woods. But the light left an echo. Sometimes it was silver; sometimes it was gold. Occasionally, it was pale blue. But always it was special. Sparr remembered the comforting feeling of the Valley. It was wonderful every time. Kemeu had no context from which to remember the Valley of Light. She didn't need any; she felt at home. Maybe she could float down the hill?

The concept of time and distance became irrelevant. They moved forward effortlessly. Finally, they were in the heart of the Valley, in the center of Cloven Hills. The light was slightly brighter- whiter. They could hear water running away from the hills. Sparr knew it was the Sibyl River. Kumeu wondered what color the water would be. The trees were golden green. Rocks were silver. Flowers were white. Even the air had a specila light, although it was difficult to describe because it changed so frequentl.