take root and rise

Nehalennia · 11-05-2011, 08:21 PM

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Wheeee. I seem to only write with this character if I feel weird :|

We'll kindle a Fire, A light 'neath the Moon & Sun

Silent whispers were on the wind, as the trees spoke to one another like lovers in the dark. Their wooden fingers clawed for one another, their twisting forms rooted to the Mother's sweet, fertile soil. She felt them there, as their heads of leaves shook above her, the dry ends falling to mark autumn's quiet hand. A yellowed smile was given to the sky, the afternoon light mottled and dancing along any form under its gaze. The Kashyapa was well within Her eyes, guiding her with shades, scenting the quiescent surroundings, and feeling the mere beauty that engulfed the silver figure.

Up and up and up she went, along the slopes like easy rolling water. The mystic's staff jingled serenely, a welcome tune to Neha's attentive ears. Bran had wandered off, though the silver hybrid knew he would return, when willing. Milky eyes swirled under her drawn up cowl, feeling bursts of wind tickle her exposed skin. Each step was a journey, a lesson of the earth's bounty, and Nehalennia knew transform her steps into a still pool of words for the Ichikans, calmly reflecting on the earth's bounty, beginning with the roots.

A cavern loomed up to her right side, its toothy mouth whistling with the air that it sucked in to its dark interior. An ear flicked in its direction, but made no other moves towards the tunnel. Her grizzled form halted its peaceful pace, feeling the trees spread wider to surround a ravine that hugged the mountain. A raven's call careened along the rocky walls above, bouncing off crevices and echoing into the sun soaked foliage. The hybrid waited, with unspoken words, as the white and black figure's shadow descended atop the round, large crystal.

Nehalennia

#288.

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