03-14-2018, 12:35 AM
RIXEN i have late night conversations with the moon;
"Then speaking to them is worth a try." I nodded at Kiada and Kyros, after watching both of them manage to have some success using their words. The branches of the trees they'd spoken to seemed to relax their tight holds ever so slightly. Maybe if we all pitched in they'd untangle entirely. Magic, the original solution I'd suggested wouldn't work. For one, I had no magic to use. Second, none of us had magic that could actually help the mangroves. Turning toward the nearest mangrove, I began to speak to it in a gentle tone that was still rather singsong-y: "I see you weary But know you are strong, I’ll sooth your branches With some song. I see your life Still holding on, And I will help Don’t fret for long." Talking to a tree was kind of silly. But if it would save the mangroves from death and mend the Rift, then I would do whatever it took. When I finished what I had to say, I stepped back from the tree, watching it with forward-pricked ears to see whether my words would have any effect on the knots. "Talk." he tells me about the sun — and I tell him about you. |