Mangrove Tidepools
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RIXEN i have late night conversations with the moon;
When I finished my song, a large cluster of tightly-knotted branched loosened their death-grips on one another. The effect my voice had on them came as a surprise to me, but perhaps this was what we needed to do. I watched as Kiada stepped forward, and began to do the same. Her voice was smooth and clear and quiet yet powerful. Soothing, in a way. I hoped the mangroves would agree, and that the charm of her song would help them. Kyros had also been watching our attempts. At the colt's suggestion, I nodded. "That sounds like a good idea. There's no reason we shouldn't give it a try." Kyros's voice rolled over us in sorrowful waves, and I noticed the tears forming in the corners of his eyes as his lips moved. It took a few moments for him to look up in our direction, almost like he was feeling shy. I met his gaze with a reassuring smile. Without delay, I turned to another patch of mangroves and cooed my melody to them. As we sang I noticed a change in the trees. They seemed to perk up as our voices filled the air with song. Slowly, the bark-covered arms loosened their holds on one another. The mangroves could breathe again. They were alive. Even the color was restored to the dying branches and they curled upward once more, glowing with the vibrancy of life. I breathed a sigh of relief with them, and looking to the other horses surrounding me, I couldn't help but smile even wider than before. Something told me we'd brought the mangroves hope at last. "Talk." he tells me about the sun — and I tell him about you. |
