Patti thoughts (Ayala's controller)-- Wow, it's night in the forest.. I'm so happy I caught this moment.
It's only been a few days since I saw giant mushrooms and snow there, too. This is so cool. It is 12:29 CST USA so the effect may still be going on with Version 3.4 users.

Ayala's thoughts-

And so here I am. Wide awake and happy this night in the wood. The mist heightens every scent and perfume, moon kissed on the soft wind. I was gifted with a pelt of moon and shadow and I love it. A passing striped Elder gave me large antlers for the night's span. For that, I am grateful.



A fawn gave me a delicate mask. One that I shall keep. It's maroon but reflects the night inside of the mist which surrounds us right now.



The moon is lurid with calming peace and I am falling under her spell.



Oh, mist on my whiskers, I drink.

Oh, moon on my back, I feel your soft velvet light.

Oh, friendly shadows that enhance the sound of my people, I rejoice.

Oh, peaceful flyers, I hear your happy chatter and I smile.



The waters show the legless swimmers in bright colors that tickle the eye. Many Elders are here
sharing their beauty.



The brightest I can see around me are the souls of forest folk now that sister sun is sleeping.



We gather to play and marvel at the dim bliss of the world under the moon's skirt.

I do not think I shall get any sleep tonight. *wink* It is too beautiful in the waking world right now for dreams.. I shall see you in the forest until Dawn breaks and brings a different kind of warm...

Then, in a middle grove, I met an Elder who had news to share of a Passed Folk I encountered amid the periwinkle flowers at my feet. Familiar bones of a Sleeper. In the bright glow of a spell I was told that the Sleeper resting at my feet was my long lost father!



His sleeping bones awoke and I followed him to the large eucalyptus tree that he seemed to favor at the slow walk all sleepers take in Death. I tapped my hoof twice and he nodded and then knelt to sit in his Rest. Tears came but I understood what he was telling me. He was passed from life, but I no longer had to feel so in mine. So I left him, my heart heavy but joyful, by the tree he had chosen.



Then I rejoined our People under the moonlight and my heart was lifted. The Zombie Folk are alive tonight. Their candles are lit where ever they pass. Maybe that's a sign that some small part my father's soul remains still in the Forest. For that, I am glad.



So I'll hold my head high as I travel in this place, knowing the cycle of life is always complete and that now I am a true living part of it as my father was so many months before me.