Rainforest Cliffs
01-07-2018, 05:35 AM
Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.
Above her head, they spilled across the sky - a multitude of colors and lights, shapes and sizes, twinkling, unfamiliar in the dark. The concepts were the same, the seemingly pattern-less array of them mirrored in her dark set eyes, but the details varied from the familiar map she knew. The night sky existed eternally in the Fields, unchanging and reliable, but as she stands upon the windswept cliffs she realizes once more how the world had changed for her in a moment. The universe shifted, along with her position within it.
Every event since arriving nails the realization further and further into her skull. The Rift, the violent and eerie land she tripped into quite by accident, was her home now. She was never to return to the soft grass of her childhood. She would never hear the voice of her father and the other starsingers at dawn or dusk. She would never learn from the elders again. She would never feel the familiar pulse of the earth under her hooves. She would never again greet the star of her birth. She was displaced, left alone in this place.
Yet, so far, Taivas had managed in this world.
She used the teachings of her home to aid others and soothe the ache growing within her own heart.
She found the determination of her youth in every wall which greeted her.
Just as she had back then, she continued to seek and learn what she could.
Which is why, looking out onto the ocean as the last rays of light paint the waves and illuminate the trees behind her, Taivas begins to sing. Her voice is heavy, thick with tears never shed but warm with familiarity. As the sky darkens and the strength of the stars grow, she greets them like any true starsinger might - in ancient tongue, one passed from elder starsinger to the next, she sings to feel closer to her father as much as to pay respects to the sky coming to life above her. Her voice dies down as the sun completely falls below the horizon, leaving nothing by stars and the chirp of summer fauna behind her in the forest.
And with that, the shaman stands underneath the soft glimmer of stars and moonlight, gleaming like a small personal moon on the cliffside. Her dark eyes remain on the sky, memorizing the position of the stars above her. It would take time, but all endeavors worth the effort usually do.
Every event since arriving nails the realization further and further into her skull. The Rift, the violent and eerie land she tripped into quite by accident, was her home now. She was never to return to the soft grass of her childhood. She would never hear the voice of her father and the other starsingers at dawn or dusk. She would never learn from the elders again. She would never feel the familiar pulse of the earth under her hooves. She would never again greet the star of her birth. She was displaced, left alone in this place.
Yet, so far, Taivas had managed in this world.
She used the teachings of her home to aid others and soothe the ache growing within her own heart.
She found the determination of her youth in every wall which greeted her.
Just as she had back then, she continued to seek and learn what she could.
Which is why, looking out onto the ocean as the last rays of light paint the waves and illuminate the trees behind her, Taivas begins to sing. Her voice is heavy, thick with tears never shed but warm with familiarity. As the sky darkens and the strength of the stars grow, she greets them like any true starsinger might - in ancient tongue, one passed from elder starsinger to the next, she sings to feel closer to her father as much as to pay respects to the sky coming to life above her. Her voice dies down as the sun completely falls below the horizon, leaving nothing by stars and the chirp of summer fauna behind her in the forest.
And with that, the shaman stands underneath the soft glimmer of stars and moonlight, gleaming like a small personal moon on the cliffside. Her dark eyes remain on the sky, memorizing the position of the stars above her. It would take time, but all endeavors worth the effort usually do.
Taivas
[ ooc - just exploring some. Open for anyone! ]
