Would he be self-absorbed to admit it? Greedy, perhaps? Though it was rare to touch, doubt held back his words; Mother worked to build his confidence, returning songbirds to the canopies above and bringing a gentle, warm spring breeze over the lake. Breathing in deep, her warmth filled his lungs and heart, and for a moment he closed his eyes to simply bask in the moment, in the feeling that the Great Mother believed in him. It was what he should — no, must do. The chickadee pecked at his fingers and tweeted briefly, hopping about, suddenly filled as well with the inspiration of Mother Earth.
A pause.
The chickadee chirped and fluttered down to the ground, peering up at the cyclops as if awaiting an answer.
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