August 13, 2008 - 10:15pm — Hubalaboo
What is a tree?
A tree? Well, it's a lot of things, I guess. There's a lot of uses for it, and, well, it's pretty nice!
But a tree... A tree is alive. It does not live like a deer or a frog or a bird, yet it is alive, and it grows and it speaks...
Ah, now, Olly, the trees only talk to you. Sure, the louder ones, I can hear a bit of mumbling, but you've got a gift, right.
Sometimes it is not a gift... It is unpleasant, sister, to hear the terrible words of the wrongful ones, they insult all and mutter to hurt.
All?
Even themselves.
... They sometimes shout out and it is hard to keep out their corruption... But many of the flowers are good and offer comfort when I lay by their side. They talk about the weather and pretty little things to block out the rude.
Flowers are flowers to me. But that doesn't sound so nice. *nuzzle*
So... The tree. What is the tree? The tree is shelter, the tree brings food, the tree feeds mushrooms, the tree offers greenth, the tree is a home, the tree makes the forest.
See, it's a lot of useful stuff. You answered your own question too.
Oh. Yes, I did.
Heh.
But the tree is not just for using.... A tree is a life, as it lives for itself and for others.
A single tree is so important, isn't it?
Without the trees, we have no home. The Forest would be no Forest.
And we wouldn't have our names, either, 'cuz we're both trees too!
*smile* Yes, Mae... But alas, we cannot run in the Forest, and we see no trees either... Or deer...
Wait! How can you talk to the trees and flowers, then?
It is in my mind, sister. I visit the Forest in my mind, but I cannot see and feel it when awake. And I see no deer. But the plants and trees' voices reach my Forest-mind.
*sigh* You're quite lucky, then. At least you have the trees and all to talk to all the time.
But I wish to meet the deer... I must confess, I am lonely. I have no deer friend except for you, my sister. And you have a few friends, Anzel and Nurra and the Painted Lady... Though you cannnot meet them in person either...
*nuzzle* But I've only got one brother. Someday, Olly, someday.
If you've read the above, you might think Olive is the older sibling, but oh no, Plume is. Olive is still a very young fawn. ^^;
This was kind of random, I know... Just wanted to let Plume and Olive talk about something.
Ooh ooh ooh, Olive is like
The tree is the pillar, the tree is the hand, the arm, the legs, the torso. It holds the sky up, it pushes away the troubles caused by the trillion eyes peering through the pure black sky, blending with the true blue sky. The Ivory Twins, the wretched yet kindly duo, wove our world together, sewed it with sketch and touch, gave their longer length of arm and limb to hold together and pull together The Endless.
Sister Taint simply speaks of the forest's beginning, as Hangman, gentle Hangman, has told us. Hangman, dear father Hangman, could you tell us again?...
A single tree saw the destruction of the forest, the dandles crushed under stone, the water lilies shaded by the bridge, and wanted freedom.
It grew taller and taller, two trees spouting from one little stem, growing thicker and stronger, until it became one of the trees that held up the sky. It clenched the skies with both hands, one yin, one yang, and pulled it together, to create balance, to create Endless and immortal. It took a bit of weather and time, and took some creatures. And they turned to ivory, for a mere tree could not hold tightly enough. They gave their mortal life for the Endless.
The Twin Gods knew that some evil must remain within the forest. So a single Beast, trapped in weathered stone, sat crying, crying. We idolize him, and have long forgotten that the Crying "Idol", is simply an Idol Beast.
Hidden in his tears, in the pond, is woe. It is taken from the creatures of the forest, from the skies and the grass, from all that dwells, and sinks into the forest. And as some of the wiser, older stags and does know, there is a place within the Pond, where it leaks out, into the blackness, into the Other Endless.
And in the world of the Five, the Tears...
The Tears are tainted...
*hangman wobbles a slight bit, eyes rolling up into his head, falling onto anzel, who is there to catch him*
Father One, Hangman, are you alright...?
...*breathes slowly, blinks his eyes partly open* Yes...yes, I'm alright...but...everything's so...so lost...to me...I don't know how I knew that tale...I don't know...
*looks concerned and hides hangman's head under her chin, nuzzling him closely*...
(i have this whole theory of the creation of the forest, heh, and hangman knows it :3 hope you don't mind that, heh, i had the urge to write)
Woah... That's a cooool
Ah... I have learned. Thank you, Hangman, and Painted Lady.
*tilts head* It's a bit confusing for me, but it's a good story, to be sure. Maybe it isn't only a story, too.
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My TEF Art: ~~~A Place~~~Candle~~~For Anzel~~~ ***Plumeria and Olive's bio***
Father Hangman is wise, he
Vein, you are a vampire; and
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My TEF Art: ~~~A Place~~~Candle~~~For Anzel~~~ ***Plumeria and Olive's bio***
It was a rhetorical query.
Don't mind Vein, he's cold by nature, heh.