October 20, 2011 - 11:18pm — Seed
The fog broke like dawn, all of the sudden turning into daylight, leaving things a little changed in their place. I'd never seen the world go from night to day so slowly and so all-at-once like that: the forest's time is odd, but that moment left be breathless and clean.
After candles and lightning, graves (was my own grave, empty, among them? I get little chills), and bursts of poppies sending out bubbling opiates like fountains of light... It's strange that the departure of someone powerful and distant as a star, not the presence but the absence of something -- that such a thing is what leaves me breathless is astonishing in and of itself.
He came up to where Walter, Illrose, and I were sitting. I don't really understand how she could stand to be near him... Except, perhaps, that she's like me, and can't tear herself away. I'm not sure.
But one moment, I was thinking about ... other things... And the next, when my attention returned, there he was. I wondered if he had read my poem about him -- had he liked it? I bet he hated it. It really could have been better -- I had never even noticed that he breathes white smoke, or even thicker mist containing a thousand motes of light. How emberassing!
After he had gone, I sat for a little while with Rutilus on the edge of the fog, watching the light begin to change, and feeling like I was witnessing the heart of something stunning, in the soft half-grey, half-gold light. They should have sent a better poet. Well, I will consider the matter further.
...Still, I doubt he even knows I exist. All the same, it was impressive. And to watch the fog lift and light seep in like a sudden breaking of surfce tension -- even as I played among the giant mushrooms... It was really something that, like the backwards music that surrounds him, music that becomes a strange song played forwards (because, after all, how do you know which is the wrong way around?), lingered in my head for a long, long time.
Even after it literally stopped, it just kept replaying for me.
((If I put him back on, which I may, I'll add more if I feel like it.))
I saw Seed for a moment in
Aww Seed, don't be so down on yourself. |< I bet he loved the poem if he saw it. -pets him-
You always have such interesting interpretations of in-forest events, landmarks and so on.
Seed only occaisonally runs
Oh, thank you...But you're just saying that. It really wasn't... Seed, accept the compliment. Yes, Ma'am. Thank you very much for reassuring me.
Also, thanks -- I try and make every glitch or fault or stuff something that makes sense in Seed's world, even if Seed lives in an odd world as a result. In fact, Seed's not kidding about the music replaying -- this is another moment of me interpreting stuff in-forest, since he stopped dancing...and the music did not stop playing until I logged off. So I decided that the song must be stuck in his head. Seed's a big help as a character in that respect, since he runs a monologue in my head as I play sometimes.
I surely will if I happen to
He's too sweet. xD
I had that happen too. I wondered if I was the only one!
I think that adds an extra dimension to your writing and I always enjoy picking up the little mentions. Plus, they make total sense with the forest and logically too. My characters only occasionally say something or other. ): No real monolgues.
Walty enjoyed Seed's company
@ Ocean: Seed's the only
@ Verdalas: Oh, I don't mind the quiet. I sometimes leave TEF running while I work, so I have background noise. Seed enjoyed Walter's company as well. ^^