--oh my god are you serious
please i hate you
OMG MEL. THIS IS SO GOOD. I'm sorry for launching into infantile expressions but it's so late at night and this is such a--haunting--good, desperately beautiful, very nearly delicate piece of writing. And it really is a piece, I think, a chunk of your genius.
Let's think a second. A vet student, who spends her free time reading, whose love of literature and fic have carried her forward through her own angst and her own happiness, all parallels to what she finds in writing, and now, here in her latest creation, she has capitulated upon and drawn from this experience, the real body and movement, momentum and immortality of literature, has tapped into the fraying tapestry, I suppose of humanity. My wonder will never tire at the absolute magnificence you have been able to milk from language that most often tires of being used the way that it is but you're making it new; you always do, and you make it--you ARE making it--look effortless. Nobody else can do the metaphor like you. I believe the things you write in a way that I do not believe the things that people write and that is humbling and incredible. If you can't tell, I'm a bit--well--awed.
There are things about this--the imagery of the ghosts is so, so powerful. And this is a sad, sad story to me; you haven't written a sad ending and of course I have a good imagination so I can make myself see the goodness and strength in everything here, and I can imagine for a moment that a dragon is truly capable of magnifying a girl into her real self--but there is this, this feeling about this piece that when I read it I feel this desperation, a sadness, a real regret for what has happened and of course, the escape into this feral, fierce and intelligent animal, who is able to reflect on its own magic and its own abilities.
And I love the idea that, you've given magic its own tastes. I won't say that this is a different way of doing something I've already seen before, because I think it's something else entirely. But it's so lovely, that's what I'm saying, and when you take into consideration that a person is sort of what this magic is as you've presented it, this bodiless essence that's too big--because, you know, you pull essence out of something and yet people seem to be beyond this, the way that magic does. There's so much celestial imagery here but it's doing more than filling space and making use of beautiful language, it's doing more than filling a scene. This reads as an argument, to me, about what humanity is, and I see two things about it that I'd like to say, in specific and hopefully succinct terms.
One, that people are bigger than their bodies, and are somewhat like dragons at heart: strong, beautiful, capable, intelligent, noble, exactly unique. This is a magnificent thing. And, two, well, not quite so succinct: there is a sadness made manifest in a human body's inability to house its own true potential. And yet what is so wonderful and inspiring about this fic is that you leave us with this sense of hope anyway. My body's no good for my goodness? Fine! I'll become my own breed of dragon, don't even worry about it!
Oh, Mel, it's nearly two a.m. and I'm running out of characters. I have probably made a fool of myself, but something needs to be said. This was amazing. Thank you for writing and sharing ♥