September 6, 2013 - 3:29am — Seed
The sun-motes dancing thought the air brought with it the warm scent of coming autumn, sweet and heavy with fruit, full of warm colors amid the rising cool. The air was crisp and clean, the ground soft and gentle. Cast in the light of reborn love, the world seemed full of promise and beauty. My flowers, after a bit of summer wilt, have come into an explosion of rapid, showy blossoming. Each flower gradiating into warmer or darker purples, the colors of the petals complex and shifting, the petals big and waxy with a curve like an ocean's swell. They might be a little too extravagant, really... But then again, maybe when we meet next, she'll see them and know herself to be the cause. And a smile will alight on her face like a single butterfly, and I'll not feel silly at all.
I mooned about for a bit, my thoughts on Sage and sighing to myself, concocting little rhymes that never went anywhere, building ideas around Sage, sage, sage in all its wefts and meanings -- could I tie the strong aroma of the plant to the overwhelming beauty of her smile? Could I tie the idea of wisdom to her words, tie her words to the cool green of the leaves?
I'll consider the matter further.
In such a good mood, and cut at ends, I was feeling rather social. I was resolved to just greet the first deer I saw -- it's been a while since I've made a friend. I found a small group of a mini-deer, a stag, and occaisonally a fawn (I can't recall if the fawn was there from the start). When we had begun to play around a bit, we spotted a very small little creature. Like a baby bird, trembling in the cold air, its little wing-stubs folded in tight. I've seen others like her, full-grown, here and there. I suppose you could call them Perytons -- that's the way I tend to think about them, though it's not exactly accurate.
She poked her head out from behind a tree, and backed away at my approach. It'd been a while since I met someone like that, but I still remembered: patience, patience. I whispered my encouragement every step
...And then someone would run up, or make a sudden move, and we'd be back at square one. Sighing to myself, I'd encourage her towards me again. After a few times this happened, I decided the situation was untenable. As much as I'd have liked the whole little group to remain together, enjoying company, my sympathies naturally pulled me to the little fawn by herself, and so let myself drift with her a little away.
We settled down and rested, and I composed this, for a time. I'd earned her trust, at least a little...I think she may have thought me, with my wooden legs and branches blossoming wildly above, I suspect she thought I was, in fact, a tree. She wouldn't have been entirely wrong.
After a time, though, she got up and seemed quite interested in someone -- from his appearance, I can only assume he was her brother. Her brother was a bolder sort, and roused her to playing, which I joined in. He was sweepingly enthusiastic, reckless as would-be stags will be. It was really quite entertaining.
Others passed by us occaisonally -- a playful sleeping stag, whirring by in his dreams and scaring Gwendolyn, a deer stuck frozen in place that grabbed her attention, another slightly jittery little fawn who came, played a little while, and darted off without explanation, only farewells.
After that last one, I decided to rest with the two of them a minute, and compose a little more of this. With one sibling on each side, the air around me picks up the scent of warm feathers.
After a time, I heard Dag in the distance...I didn't really know what to do. I didn't want to abandon these two, clustered so close to me. But I didn't know how to attract his attention, and I didn't want to be so close to seeing my friend and yet not actually do so. I called for him, to no avail, and I paced about in hopes of rousing the feathery duo. It came to nothing. I settled back in, watching the horizon for him anxiously.
We were joined by another pair of fawns, giving the whole thing a look of a baby-sitting party or something. One of them got restless and soon took to frolicking about, dashing off...And Gwendolyn noticed the extra company and darted up.
So we got back up (I checked for Dag -- he'd gone before that point, alas), and played for a while until I decided it was time to go.
