A Paper Thin Hymn

[Anu]

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p, 500+

Just another day, Anu spoke the words to herself. It would be just another time venturing from her home. She was keen to wander, and it was only her curiosity that made her sneak out of the boarders that had no chance of holding her and headed northward. What was it today? What was it that made her fall from the path that she had created around her home territory and made her think that the outside held something more for her? Anu knew very well what had called to her. No, it was not the scent of lilac, or that sweet breeze that rolled over the great lake that hopped soundlessly like a rabbit to her face. It would kiss her gently, asking sweetly for her to venture to its bank and then further and further away. No, it was a voice that sang to her ear and pulled at her heart. The chickadee, its black cap sitting high upon it crown, sat in one of the old oaks that guarded her home. His song rang with a high pitch, greeting the morning and calling for his mate. He pronounced his name with a quick tenor, again and again in hopes of finding the love of his life, or at least the spring. Blue eyes looked to him, and without a second thought the female left the path and began to wander and wonder if it was truly just another day. Paws took her northward, the trail known by her subconscious but not recognized by her waking mind. The morning was cool, but as she traveled the day brought a bright sun that shone warmly against her back. Choosing her Optime form, by midday Anu shifted effortlessly and strode through the pack land on two paws. Her lean frame was hidden well among the wooded area, as she kept to the trees. Feeling their security around her, Anu thought little of it as she trespassed once again over the land of Dahlia de Mai. The scent flooded her nose, and Anu found it as enjoyable as a subtle floral perfume. She couldn’t remember it being so pleasant the time before, but as she ventured deeper it was what she thought of, that and the chickadee’s song. It was when Anu smelled the sweet aroma of pollen that she chose a solid course. The black nose brought her to flowers, and to what she could say was a garden, though its rows were not perfect and she could see weeds among the chosen plants. She smiled, a warm gin that hugged her maw. Gentle fingers touched the face of the nearest pimpernel, its sweet red color contrasting with the green the dominated its surroundings. The smallest of flowers, its petals no larger then her finger tip. Anu plucked its blossom, opened and seeking the nourishment of the sun. With it in hand Anu walked through the garden, careful to not trample anything underfoot. It held a unique beauty. Unlike the perfection that might be bestowed on a cultivated place with neatness and precision or the feral and untamed passion held by the wildflowers of open fields, it was a mixture of both the chaos of the natural balanced by the beauty of the choice made by its creator. Looking down at the scarlet flower, Anu wondered who had brought such different entities together.

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