The Diary of Seed, 8-9-09
August 10, 2009 - 2:36pm — Seed
A rainy day today, with the rain sizzling off my ever-lit candles, candles made for flames that burn everlasting, in spite of it all, lighting up the night as they await the person they were lit for: given that humans likely placed them as they did, that person will probably never come again...
The rain pitters softly onto the forest floor, glancing off the darkened branches, flashing droplets passing before our eyes like ghosts. The moment I awoke, I spied the Hat Lady sitting under the protection of the old oak, and went forth to join her. She seemed to dislike the rain, and preffered to stay there and snuggle with those companions gathered. While there were times when we cast pelt spells on a peltless neighbor or danced, mostly we just sat together. There was a somewhat depressing time when she, unexpectedly, vanished: I went and took a quick run in the rain, an ordinary loop, and then patiently returned to wait. Some time after her return, she stepped, shivering, out of the oak, flinching against the dream-thin droplets. From there she dashed, here and there stopping beneath a spire-like tree, to the slanted rock, and the dry space beneath. And it was there she said her farewells, and I returned to my home beneath the bridge, to reflect for a while. There was a pair atop the bridge, and for a moment I thought they would fight. Instead, they settled and sat, and I watched them sitting: perhaps they recalled I was there, and then again, perhaps not. Either way, they left not long after, leaving me to my peace.
I must have fainted for a moment there, or drifted off into some deep and dreamless sleep, for when next I awoke, there was a small crowd gathered at the Great Oak -- a small crowd that included my dear heart-sister, Lemon! I rushed to join her, as well as Virgil, Isis, and a mini-deer whose name I do not know: as well as a few others, who came and went less reliably. I, of course, broke out my mad breakdancing skills. After Isis ran off, however, we went frolicking in the rain, revealing a deer who I had not even noticed was in our number! We went dashing through the rain, being joined by even more deer! After more of that frenzied rushing like the wind, we formed a dance line. There was much attempting of simultanious rearing. Our danceline, however, ended when one stag tried to get agressive with us: He dashed off when Virgil gave him what-for, and we broke into more bouncing. And, following that, a sitting-line emerged in the rain. It broke up a little, here and there (and once featured a painful moment or two where Lemon and I debated which of us should sit first in a space I at first thought would be too small for both), but it reformed easily. When it really broke up, we set to playing: mostly hopping, but there were some...umm...other things... that... Oh, just look at the pictures!
I eventually noticed Maria's pictogram by the pond: eager to cement our budding friendship (as I like to think it), I led Lemon over. (Would I have continued if she hadn't followed?... That's not a question I'm equipped to answer.) We found her by the pond, and after a few drinks (the rainwater cleans up the pond quite nicely), we began splashing in the pond. Lemon started to get a little wierd, but it was likely hormones. After this, however, Lemon had to go.
Maria and I splashed around for a while, only stopping to notice the deer who were playing in the depths of the lake itself. We ran off to go running, going far afield, stopping in one sodden cluster of flowers after another, rain glistening on their petals. We couldn't play long, though: she had to go, and I, sniffling slightly from the rain, finished the rest of the loop to my home under the bridge.
Yes, I'm sorry for
And yes, she dislikes the rain... But she was glad to have met Seed and his warm candles.
I actually found a way to manipulate her disappearance into something important in her story. I'm working on her next entry right now.