Uwaritace
04-26-2018, 11:36 PM
Taivas
Wearied from the travels across the land immersed in the silence, Taivas returns to the place she held in the highest esteem.
Her eyes reflect the burned surface of the massive tree, amid the glitter of starlight in the glossy pools. The bark remains dry and lifeless, yet the presence of the mother tree is still massive. Her name whispers through the air, the indomitable spirit floating about in the ether surrounding the once great tree. Taivas remembers the teachings of the wood dwellers, how they explained each tree held its own spirit. However, Uwaritace stuck in her mind as something much more.
A lifeline in the middle of the forest, despite being little more than a charred shell of her former self. The long dead pulse of the tree still echoed in the air, as if it had been just moments ago the tree passed from its vibrant and lively form into this ghost. The lost soul of the great mother tree reached out to all who passed by her massive figure, attempting to draw their attention toward her still.
Ah, and what a sight she still was.
Despite the ugly scars a bright flame's tongue left behind, the enormous tree still had a majestic and wondrous appearance. The absolutely baffling size of the great tree, her branches large as some of the trees below. Her leaves might even have been as large as Taivas herself. The ancient and beautiful surface of the damaged back gleaming in the rain. Closing her eyes, the shaman thinks on how the Matriarch had created the illusion of her being healthy. The massive leaves upon noble limbs. The warm glow of her bark. The gentle sway of her form in the wind. The sweet scent of spring enveloping the whole area in spite of being surrounded by snow. The twinkling of lights and baubles upon her branches.
She smiles.
How she would love to see the tree truly restored to her former glory. For, due to the comfort received from the lofty tree, the healer had taken a special interest in the mother tree. Even now, she wished the rains of Drench would wash the charcoal from Uwaritace's trunk and reveal a healthy, gleaming surface below. No such miracle occurred.
Only dark veins running from the torched bark. Only the patter of rain. Only the soft whisper of her name on the wind.
Her eyes reflect the burned surface of the massive tree, amid the glitter of starlight in the glossy pools. The bark remains dry and lifeless, yet the presence of the mother tree is still massive. Her name whispers through the air, the indomitable spirit floating about in the ether surrounding the once great tree. Taivas remembers the teachings of the wood dwellers, how they explained each tree held its own spirit. However, Uwaritace stuck in her mind as something much more.
A lifeline in the middle of the forest, despite being little more than a charred shell of her former self. The long dead pulse of the tree still echoed in the air, as if it had been just moments ago the tree passed from its vibrant and lively form into this ghost. The lost soul of the great mother tree reached out to all who passed by her massive figure, attempting to draw their attention toward her still.
Ah, and what a sight she still was.
Despite the ugly scars a bright flame's tongue left behind, the enormous tree still had a majestic and wondrous appearance. The absolutely baffling size of the great tree, her branches large as some of the trees below. Her leaves might even have been as large as Taivas herself. The ancient and beautiful surface of the damaged back gleaming in the rain. Closing her eyes, the shaman thinks on how the Matriarch had created the illusion of her being healthy. The massive leaves upon noble limbs. The warm glow of her bark. The gentle sway of her form in the wind. The sweet scent of spring enveloping the whole area in spite of being surrounded by snow. The twinkling of lights and baubles upon her branches.
She smiles.
How she would love to see the tree truly restored to her former glory. For, due to the comfort received from the lofty tree, the healer had taken a special interest in the mother tree. Even now, she wished the rains of Drench would wash the charcoal from Uwaritace's trunk and reveal a healthy, gleaming surface below. No such miracle occurred.
Only dark veins running from the torched bark. Only the patter of rain. Only the soft whisper of her name on the wind.
moon dust in your lungs
stars in your eyes
you are a child of the cosmos,
a ruler of the skies
stars in your eyes
you are a child of the cosmos,
a ruler of the skies
[ ooc -- @Neowulf
Wasn't sure how to label this but here we go~ ]
