Had I known that that rainy day was to be Poltergeist's last, I... Well, I wouldn't have done anything different -- I couldn't have, as a matter of fact. I didn't know her well enough for anything I could have done to have really meant something, or to know the signs I saw. I'd have liked to have known her better, but there are so many deer that is true for -- I don't think I could know as many as I'd want, as well as I'd like, and retain sanity.
I wish she had seen today, though -- the forest is at its loveliest. Maybe she is. The Gods had paid a visit tonight -- the world was cool and dark, bathed in a glow the color of wine or the darkest roses, casting white words purple and making my scales contrast in the dim light. And Mushrooms...It's not the best transformation for trees, but I think the change is good. The mushrooms are so sweet, but the smell in the air around them is so musky and warm. The spores fall off them, shining like the silver scales of a wild fish, drifting hazily through the air in the moonlight.
I found Saosin and Ravyn playing atop a mushroom, and decided to join them -- we danced, in, on top of, and around it, enjoying it from all sides. From the top, a red clay field, dotted with snow, and yet soft to the hoof -- as if, in the land of red clay, the ground had already melted from frost when the final snow of the year had arrived. From below, it was the delicate gills of some amphibian onto land, or the folded-up lungs of a crab, taking air from water, transmuting death to life. From the side, a playful parasol, the fantasy center of a deer merry-go-round. Eventually, though, I knew I had to see the fireflies. I bowed to Saosin and Ravynn, motioned for them to come if they liked, and went to my favorite flowerpatch.
For a moment, I was alone there -- just them and I. They sparkled and twirled around each other like tiny dancers. They bobbed like the ghost-lanterns that laugh out at sea, hiding and revealing the path for innocent sailors and travellers all, secret faeries from another world. They were like tiny suns, each one seeking to find another and form a spiralling galaxies. Their light bounded off my scales -- in the darkness, I felt like one of them; like a creature made of light, though just a moon to their sweet suns -- and I pray that my words can reflect their light like the moon would.
I was not alone long, however. I was soon joined by a fawn, who sat close enough to touch me, and our shared light was a firefly all its own. After a while, we stood up and danced. It was a very, very sweet fawn, having a sort of gentle patience for the poetic distraction of an older deer. I wondered, briefly, if I was old.
those thoughts were quickly driven out by the appearance of Quad, who I had not seen in the forest for a while now. He joined us for more dancing, even after the fawn sat down. We put on a little show before it got up and bounded off. We frolicked for not too long in the dark before stopping to get a snack at a nearby pine where I, alas, had to depart. It was still a lovely night, and I hope it will remain so until next I roam the forest.
((So, this fawn:
Anyone know it? Seed liked hanging with it. And fireflies.))
Hello Seed! We still wanted
That would be nice, I think.
I love the way you write.