Re: Strolling for Stories
Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:45 pm
OOC| Long ones are welcomed and encouraged, as far as I'm concerned. And honestly, you flatter me, but I'm not deserving of such praise. *g*
BIC| "A story told, a lesson learned, these words in memory are now burned."
How very amusing that she would dub a wind sprite a pixie, for to be so readily close to striking true is indeed a feat worth noting.
"'A thousand words lay behind your every thought.' I remember when Songhue first said that to me... I didn't understand it then, though I do now."
"The time has come to pay in words and so shall we now each share of our own, dear Flutter, if you would but listen."
Sign snorted lightly here, stretching and prancing in place, her coat rippling like so much water. The energy in the glade was building, giving her a new gleam to those soft purple eyes.
"I am of no time," Songhue began, her voice growing quiet with an aged pain as Sign shifted excitedly. "I hold such things as should be set free for they are each a part of mine own self. What has passed I live still, for I walk that era freely. What has yet to come is known to my eyes. The seas of time do not flow as a river, yet lay in all direction, barely glimpsed though they be to we who are outside of it."
She wove. Songhue couldn't seem to help herself, in all honesty. She sat and spoke and wove, the small pixie gown growing into a garment for a small woman, the air humming with her magics. It seemed that while she spoke, this was all that was known to her.
"What has been is dark indeed, for I know every face that was lost to me. I walk the realm of ghosts and tears, keeping to feel of a hand, the sound of a laugh alive within me. They would be free, would fade into Mother Memory, yet I walk the lands of what once was. I see how they once lived, learn of what had been before I had even born. And there is naught for this fact, as I live in what has passed, what is now, and what is yet to come. I know what whisper's through the heart of my golden friend, know what lays in wait for my dark hued lovely, feel the earth from where this lady of the sea once called home."
Sign slowly calmed, ears pricked forward, eyes mildly glazed. She could see these things as well as her bonded spoke, could see the land that was lost to the fae, could see the changes that lay in wait for Sparkle and the thoughts that plagued Path. She even saw a great sea of sifting golden hues, a sea that parted around a small figure as it stretched endlessly in all directions; up, down, left, right, behind and in front.
For a moment, she even saw a pale, glimmering thread reaching from her chest to that of the fae's.
And then the visions faded, leaving her blinking beside the stream, tossing her main in a mild state of agitation. She couldn't help but wonder if she would ever grow used to the whispering thoughts the fae sent through her mind, much less being pulled into the images whenever she opened her mind.
"I live in my homeland still, in a sense of such things. I see it as it was.. And I see it as it is now, can feel the soul of the lands healing still. I hold these things, yes; yet they ever grip me."
"So when you said.. When you said that behind every thought there hides a thousand words.. You meant the memories behind it."
"I did. And again, I did not. Think of when I told you this."
"I had only just been placed in your care. I was scared, confused.. Lonely. A tangled mess of a knot, as you put it."
Songhue nodded, encouraging her to go on, yet Sign paused all the same. She had been a knot, there was no denying such a thing. And the best way to untie a knot? Trace the path back to unwind what had twisted.
"It was the first time you set aside an entire day for me, come to think of it. You didn't speak very much, nor did I, yet we walked and listened all the same. I didn't realize until that night how hard it had been for you to do such a thing..."
She snorted, tossing her main and pawing the ground at the memory. It had been a rather nasty shock.
"I saw you, as you went to rest in your bed of moss. Your legs were bruised, shaking in spasms; your feet had swollen. It was then that I decided that, for all you do, there had to be someone to do the same."
BIC| "A story told, a lesson learned, these words in memory are now burned."
How very amusing that she would dub a wind sprite a pixie, for to be so readily close to striking true is indeed a feat worth noting.
"'A thousand words lay behind your every thought.' I remember when Songhue first said that to me... I didn't understand it then, though I do now."
"The time has come to pay in words and so shall we now each share of our own, dear Flutter, if you would but listen."
Sign snorted lightly here, stretching and prancing in place, her coat rippling like so much water. The energy in the glade was building, giving her a new gleam to those soft purple eyes.
"I am of no time," Songhue began, her voice growing quiet with an aged pain as Sign shifted excitedly. "I hold such things as should be set free for they are each a part of mine own self. What has passed I live still, for I walk that era freely. What has yet to come is known to my eyes. The seas of time do not flow as a river, yet lay in all direction, barely glimpsed though they be to we who are outside of it."
She wove. Songhue couldn't seem to help herself, in all honesty. She sat and spoke and wove, the small pixie gown growing into a garment for a small woman, the air humming with her magics. It seemed that while she spoke, this was all that was known to her.
"What has been is dark indeed, for I know every face that was lost to me. I walk the realm of ghosts and tears, keeping to feel of a hand, the sound of a laugh alive within me. They would be free, would fade into Mother Memory, yet I walk the lands of what once was. I see how they once lived, learn of what had been before I had even born. And there is naught for this fact, as I live in what has passed, what is now, and what is yet to come. I know what whisper's through the heart of my golden friend, know what lays in wait for my dark hued lovely, feel the earth from where this lady of the sea once called home."
Sign slowly calmed, ears pricked forward, eyes mildly glazed. She could see these things as well as her bonded spoke, could see the land that was lost to the fae, could see the changes that lay in wait for Sparkle and the thoughts that plagued Path. She even saw a great sea of sifting golden hues, a sea that parted around a small figure as it stretched endlessly in all directions; up, down, left, right, behind and in front.
For a moment, she even saw a pale, glimmering thread reaching from her chest to that of the fae's.
And then the visions faded, leaving her blinking beside the stream, tossing her main in a mild state of agitation. She couldn't help but wonder if she would ever grow used to the whispering thoughts the fae sent through her mind, much less being pulled into the images whenever she opened her mind.
"I live in my homeland still, in a sense of such things. I see it as it was.. And I see it as it is now, can feel the soul of the lands healing still. I hold these things, yes; yet they ever grip me."
"So when you said.. When you said that behind every thought there hides a thousand words.. You meant the memories behind it."
"I did. And again, I did not. Think of when I told you this."
"I had only just been placed in your care. I was scared, confused.. Lonely. A tangled mess of a knot, as you put it."
Songhue nodded, encouraging her to go on, yet Sign paused all the same. She had been a knot, there was no denying such a thing. And the best way to untie a knot? Trace the path back to unwind what had twisted.
"It was the first time you set aside an entire day for me, come to think of it. You didn't speak very much, nor did I, yet we walked and listened all the same. I didn't realize until that night how hard it had been for you to do such a thing..."
She snorted, tossing her main and pawing the ground at the memory. It had been a rather nasty shock.
"I saw you, as you went to rest in your bed of moss. Your legs were bruised, shaking in spasms; your feet had swollen. It was then that I decided that, for all you do, there had to be someone to do the same."