I've taken up running again. I used to, long ago, take quite a bit of enjoyment from athletics. I get a drink and take off. There's no planning in a course -- only moment. The forest is full of obstacles, to a runner of fine enough quality. Leap over stumps, zig-zag between trees. Follow paths of light. It's effortlessly beautiful, easy in its motion. There's no thought beyond the route, or of thinking about the route -- it grows recursive, self-inflicting, spiraling and devouring inward, like a person seeing through the eyes of their own reflection.
Eventually, I come and stop by Da Drinkplaats. I've not much mood to be a bunny or a dove when I'm alone (except, perhaps, the shrug on the illusion that I am not myself), but I love it. This and the crying idol are all the sacred waters from which I wish to drink. The water is clean and pops with magic, sending sparks, almost painful and shockingly clean, in the mouth. It is one of the most beautiful places in the forest, and certainly, it is the only place in the inhabited Forest where the rabbits come out. They are so still, and quiet, their noses trembling in the air. Perhaps they realize how powerful and clean the fountain is -- perhaps they love it because, as I like to suspect, they are not all they seem. Or perhaps they love it like I love pretty words, odd metaphors and sweet similes, stories and poems and songs -- they love it because it is more magical than them, and better, and more noble, and because of this, they cannot be torn away. (...I wonder if they love it like I love, loved, will still love, her -- but then I realize I have thought about it, and besides which, thought the same sentence twice in a row.)
I meet a few strangers: cuddling friends, a deer having a snack, an admirer of the fountain... And they are pleasant, so I stay a minute or so, until it comes clear we've nothing to do with each-other, or they nothing to do with me for my offers, and move on.
And then I run across Jettem. I have always thought well of her, though I've seen her not often enough. It's a big category, and I can't decide if that pleases me or makes me unhappy. But she greats me with a warmth and cheer that, frankly, surprises me. I join her and two others, Jorogumo and Lacie (who also occupies that category -- am I cold for having such a place in my heart?), for some dancing. Like the running, it's an action I can get lost in. Unlike the running, it's pleasant company. I finally feel a bit like not being wholly solitary.
We take a momentary break, but then end up dancing in a pile, joined by a squirell and a fawn and fine stag or two. But we danced the best, in a great pile, legs intertangling. And eventually the others skipped around me, and I danced, until my legs grew weary. And we sat there, too, for a while. And I could put myself out of my mind for a while, and enjoy the company.
It all becomes numb, not unpleasantly, after a while. Like I've put my heart in a box, until I can stand to look at it again. Or all my feelings in a drawer, like fine metals you don't want corroded.
((On the one hand, Seed's still melancholic. On the other hand -- woah, it's like I'm doing diaries with screenshots in them again or something, how crazy is that? Pity I only started taking them mid-way through Seed's day.))
Screenshoooots. ouo -strokes
-strokes Seed- I love the first paragraph and the idea that the water in De Drinkplaats tastes like magic (plus the description of that magic).
Thank you! I'm thinking
I'm thinking Seed'll probably spend more time there, so it may come up again... As will his exercise efforts, which anyone who sees him at them is welcome to accompany him with. Making up obstacle courses is pretty fun.
I haven't read through this
Yes for screenshots! c8 This
This was really enjoyable to read. <3
@ Rouda: Thanks. @ Lung: Ask
@ Lung: Ask and you shall recieve:
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http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh267/S33dl1ng/Laciebio2.png
And I'm using Internet Explorer, don't know which version... I just don't see an 'add a comment' link hidden in there, and the page scrolls down to a blank bottom. This is the only bio I have this problem with.
Internet Explorer...why are
I'll probably ask Unplugged, and see if maybe I messed something up in the coding; as far as I know, it's fine on FireFox. Not sure about Chrome. Thank you for letting me know about this. (:
EDIT: Can you check, and see if you can see the comments now?
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