My soul loves you by @lynne (Lynne)

I drew this in reaction to the morning feeling of incompleteness about the previous drawing. Let me share the story, however, because the picture itself makes no sense otherwise.

I have a very human aspect, with human cares and affections and drives. I also have a very Dragon aspect, with her wings and her blue eyes and her strange disdains and loves. Her feelings are not human ones. There has always been, in my life, a struggle and dichotomy between myself and Misht Soloi... in this sense. She is my 'soul'... without her I cannot be whole. She is perfectly described by Emily Dickenson's poem:

The Soul selects her own Society-- Then--shuts the Door-- To her divine Majority-- Present no more--

Unmoved--she notes the Chariots--pausing-- At her low Gate-- Unmoved--an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat--

I've known her--from an ample nation-- Choose One-- Then--close the Valves of her attention-- Like Stone--

It's the perfect image of Misht, and her being so complete a part of me, even as Kasethen's black purple-spotted Dragon is so complete a part of him--I looked at the previous sketch and thought, why a virgin and a Dragon and not two Dragons--is this my answer to the sense of incompleteness? Why not two Dragons?

Her answer? That Dragon in the drawing--he's the wrong color. She would bite off his head and mine if I were to try and present her in that style of relationship to him.

The wrong color, my love, my beautiful one, Misht! I just about died at the irony of it all. Misht Soloi is particular in strange ways. She has all Dragonkind as her brothers and sisters, she will work with and fly with and make music with Dragons of all sorts, of all hues, white or gold or black or rainbow, but my whole life and hers she has known the the true colors of the Dragon(s) that is her soulmate. He is Red. He is a red Dragon, and he will be no other color. That is her mate and that has always been true--looking at my own romantic history and her own involvement in my life and relationships and stories and imaginings.

Rossi, whether in his historical personage holding a violin, or in a story as some other, such as Vifernin, the red Dragon, or Vivagon... red has always been Rossi's color. This is why he has long been cherished and acceptable to my soul--in her particular way. She has tried to bite off Rossi's (human) head on numerous occasion--she is no fonder of him than any other, but in his Dragon form he is hers and she is his. And because of my own promise never to look outside of myself again for that high-level magic and romance one finds only with God--we are of a kin, of a mind, on this issue.

Hence the picture. So overwhelmed I felt by this love, backed by Misht's own involvement, that I drew this picture, that I might communicate it to Rossi in some way... and it did, so inexorably! 'My soul loves you' is all that I wished to tell him.

But though the things of the soul may be lofty and strange, and high-level magic and romance may be alone the domain of God, incarnate though he is, I have said before that humans are worth everything, to share one's journey with... I talked to a therapist about this yesterday... high-level magic and human-level magic and how priceless is each in my life? Is my soul involved in human-level things, though none of the humans in my life be red Dragons? Sure. She will take Dragons of any hue with her on her way. She has only a special quality for the red ones... and their relationship looks perfectly like it did in my 2006 novel of this year.. Misht Soloi and Vifernin. They barely saw each other, but so perfect a complement never existed. I knew this was my soul's love. That's all right. She can have her loves, and I will continue to sort out the struggle, to find my own way and to keep my own company on the journey, that we may all share in each other's journeys this way. I love Misht and her quirks, even when they drive me nuts. Can others love her quirks too?