The Diary of Seed 8-6-09
August 6, 2009 - 11:52pm — Seed
I awoke to a world written in rose and jet. I awoke to a world of fireflies.
Oh, fireflies. Oh, fireflies. Shimmering stars, brought down by the smell of purple flowers. As they glow, trying to find their perfect match, they bring out some strange things in me. First, there is the wild, giddy joy of them: they are like the sun. To see them is like standing in bright sunlight on a cold day. To see them is to be in love. And then they bring up memories, and I find myself full of old memories, aching with them. There was Payton, in the ruddy light, dancing with me cheek-to-cheek. There was a briefly-known friend who I met surrounded by fireflies. I am never quite as happy as when I am happy in the fireflies. I am never quite as lonely as I am alone in the fireflies.
I tried for a while to enjoy the fireflies on my own, but I just kept thinking about how quiet it seemed, how nice it would be if someone dear to me could enjoy this with me. I wished for Payton. I wished for Lemon, or Walter, or Scape, or Zerg, or anyone who could keep me company, glow with me like two matched fireflies. I went wandering to find someone: and here and there I thought there was hope, but they never lingered. I began to despair of finding someone to dance in the fireflies with me, and turn them from lonely wanderers into bright jewels. And then something -- fate or chance, destiny or dice or the Twin Gods -- smiled at me and said "done." I saw a doe, skipping among the purple flowers and fireflies. I rushed to join her.
For a while -- what felt like a very long time -- we just ran and skipped and frolicked, circling the patch of flowers. Every now and then, we'd stop to laugh. After a little while, we started dancing. I was still completely stunned and overwhelmed by the sheer serendipity of it all: She was doing exactly what I wanted to do, without me having to ask or start myself, and she, without questioning, let me join.
Eventually, she took a few steps towards the ruins, and stopped. I walked toward her and she, assured that I was following, continued onwards. At the ruins, we mostly played around: for a moment with other deer, who sat-slid above and inside the pit, and then alone. In the twilight, we noticed the truly odd details: the corpse-flame, the grave-stone that sticks half out, and we danced along the wall and sat on the large chunk of stone, the purpose of which I still cannot fathom.
Then we started running away, making great circles and spirals, without destination. We ran over forest ground dark as the other side of the moon, stricken here and there with silver moonbeams. We ran through tall Birch Forest grass the color of wildfire. We ran without care, destination, or anything but the sheer wild joy of running. When I run, it is like being a bird, or a slim silver fish: there is nothing in the world for me but that singular form of locomotion, that purpose for which my entire body was designed. I was overjoyed at how long we both wanted to run: we, at some point, looped back around and arrived again at the ruins. Did we turn, or did we merely loop the whole of that stretch of forest? We paused at the ruins for a moment, meeting another deer, and then she led me to a spot with short grass, red in the light, and a collection of longer fronds.
We sat there until a fawn arrived and began casting mask spells on us. We joined in, to delight the fawn with all the faces of the forest. It was amusing when a spell meant for this fawn would end up being cast on one of us; Often times, it was the other one's mask being cast. We were joined by another stag near the end of it, until a fawn arrived and cast the divine pelt on her. We immediately made it for the hills, losing everyone behind us. We kept running until we reached the Crying Idol, where we had a drink. We ran and bounced along the river.
There we occaisonally ran across other deer, one of whom was air-standing at the right height to use for a hat. I proceeded to use him for a hat. I couldn't stay much longer than that, though, and bid the doe goodbye.
I'm still amazed at the luck of meeting her. She was very good company, and I would like to see her again, and learn her name.
I arose later to see Scape not far from where I was, and Terrant farther off. I hesitated: I have never managed to successfully introduce Terrant to one of my friends. The choice didn't take long: I'm sorry, Terrant, but Scape is my own heart's brother, the dearest friend I have; I already think I see him less often than I'd like. So I went to him.
We played for a while in and over the river, jumping in mid-air and running around like fools. After a while, we ended up in a patch of flowers enjoying the fireflies. We skipped and bounced, the fireflies glorious little flowers of light. A fawn came up to us -- I am not sure I understood the fawn, frightened as it was if I tried to dance (which normally is a good ice-breaker with fawns). I thought -- and perhaps still think -- that it wanted candles like ours, which we simply couldn't do.
I could not, however, linger long: all time was late time in the twilight, but for me, it was later than most, and I soon grew sleepy and had to leave.
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Indeed! He fits perfectly.
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I find that when you combine
That fawn confused me. It was sad every time it sneezed off its flowers. I thought it wanted candles, too, at first, but because of that, I'm not sure.
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The Dragonfly Deer's Biography
Pega's Forest Philosophy: "Look for Friends. Let Love find you."
"If you don't like something, tolerate it."
It does stay fun longer,
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