January 15, 2013 - 4:55pm — Seed
Yesterday, I had the luck of running into Lemon and Riften when I woke up. We messed around amongst the trees, when an idea I wished to suggest occured to me... To bring the trees more directly into our fun. I proposed ...a carousel deer party! The first I've had in ages, with the (Kartex joined us as well, unless he was there to begin with; my exact memory there is a bit fuzzy) of us dancing in the trees. (The trees, for the record, enjoy it: they see it as a 'having deer in them' party, with the music playing all the same.)
We were joined in by Moss sometime later when Kartax sat down, and then departed. A fawn came and tried to join us, but didn't quite grasp the game. Still, what carousel figure minds when a little child comes to run around the carousel?
We were eventually joined by Galene, who lured us all into sitting. The fawn vanished while we were there... But the trees rustled, carrying the tune we left inside them for a moment longer, beating out the rhythm through the movement of patted light that fell over our shoulders and backs, never to reach the ground. The music slowly died out from my spine and the back of my head (where it always waits to be called again), but the trees will keep it for days, and drink it like wine.
We occaisonally rose (the fawn returned briefly, to prompt it) and as often settled back down. Our legs felt limbered and relaxed, tucked beneath us until we called for need of them again. I felt light-hearted and at ease, and watched the leaves tumble this way and that in breezes too slight to be felt by such bulky creatures as we are, bound (when we feel like it) to the cool, damp earth, covered in the barest of grasses that can grow beneath the canopy, bound to leaf-mould from all these fallen bits of our blocked-out sky.
After some time, Riften ran off to fetch a friend, though it took him some luring and urging to get him to join us in sitting down. Lemon looked a little anxious to bring us all closer, so Moss and I came over and made a proper near-cuddlepile of it. Our collective body heat warmed up the air, changing the chilled, dewy moss (the groundcover, not the deer) to a warm carpet beneath us, smelling faintly of still-distant Spring. I brought up with Moss the possibility of us going jogging together, since both of us feel like all this sitting does poor things for our figures, and he seemed to consider it with a pleasant air. I will hope this idea pans out.
We were joined by another deer and Galen again, too, before I had to depart. It was a simple day...But it was very nice.
