within the wind; (conclusion)
October 21, 2010 - 6:37am — parrotsnpineapple
A younger deer might not have recognised the voice that wafted along the breeze that day. A newer deer might not have heard the voice before.
For the ones well learnt in the ways of the forest, they knew what voice had called them.
And in the days, well before her death, none living had heard the wind speak before.
A brief change in the winds direction heralded the does appearance. And when the forests voice reached its peak intensity
her soul weaved through the cracks of the darker world, once again
re-united with her.
And then it faded.
"My friends. My loved ones....
the way the fates have guided me was out of my reach. And it saddens me
that it has to be this way.
And I cannot begin to thank you enough for freeing me from this state. If I could touch you now,
I would embrace,
For the joy you have bestowed upon me outshines all deeds.
When a deer dies, some spirits walk with the gods. Others in ethereal fields.
Some fates are to grim to speak of. But those lucky.
Those that are lucky enough. Their spirit is weaved through nature.
At one with the forest.
And it is through this voice. I call you. I thank you. I tell you of my home.
You may ask, "where does your home lie?"
That my children. I have a simple answer.
It's in the wind.
My body may no longer race with you. Graze with you. Play with you.
I may no longer dance or sing with you.
But I will always be with you. I surround you, caress and cool you.
At times I may chill you. Unsettle you.
This is my reminder. My gift. My lesson.
That even when all hope is gone, all seems fruitless. I will be there to guide you. Motivate you. Calm you. On a cool starry sky, when she glistens. When he shines. I will be at peace. Sing my song and weave through the trees.
My forest friends.
This is not a goodbye.
it is a thank-you."
The trees themselves swayed and creaked, as a small feather from her crest remained. It was a token of her presence. It was to be for ever carried on the breeze. Flying at one with the doves, the raven.
The wind.
Parrot your alive! I haven't
Nnnnmph. That was lovely...
It seems I have been
This is free for interpretation.
But if you cannot do that. This is a goodbye so to speak. Ravenflight has "passed away" in a sense.
Ravenflights body and spirit has merged with the wind. She has left, but will always remain a part of it.
Maybe you will see her again. Maybe not here. Perhaps somewhere else.
Im sorry I made it this way. But this is all part of a greater story I have planned.
I thank you all for the support and comments. Honestly, I had something far greater planned for all those tributes to her, but my current time frame has allowed very little. Im moving on to university soon and finishing my final exams.
I thank you for your patience.
Ravenflight and I bid you farewell.
Thankyou.
Was that a reference to Polt
So sad. But I love it anyway.
Although Kaoori and I never
Zephyr would have been one of
That was more than enough of an answer for her.
~~~
Quad stopped and listened, curious...he thought he heard a familiar voice. The message would reach him in time, as he wasn't as in-tune as his daughter was, but he reacted accordingly. "I hope...one day, we could meet again. In this life or in the next, it doesn't matter to me.", he spoke alone.
The change in the wind had
Cool autumn air racing over Red Hill, carrying the birch leaves with it. They will return to earth and bring recycle their energy.
Whilst Ravenflight's presence becomes something eternal.
....
I never knew her, but this is still incredibly touching...
Even though I never met
♥ to you~
Oh my god. It's so, so, so
It's so, so, so beautiful... I didn't meet you before, but it's really emotional. I love. Really.
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this is beautiful, I love the
;__; I'm speechless..This is
*tears*
This is so sad... I wish time
I wish time differences didn't suck so I could have met her in forest more often ): I remember her from way back when I was a newbie.
... I hope you'll still stick around here parrots' <3
As if something had been
No words passed his lips untill he had found out where this part had gone, if it was perhaps better off now.
Perhaps true, but nothing he wished to believe.
He had lost her to the sky.
At the recesses of the Birch
A breeze, a cold breeze, gently cut though the remaining foliage, letting a few fall onto the red earth.
He felt the wind, flowing into his mane. And he thought he heard a familiar voice-cannot recall who is is. But in his being, he knew it probably belonged to a dear friend, now part of the wind, going only one way like th clouds.
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