The Portal
12-20-2017, 07:55 PM
She does not notice as he falls into a fitful sleep. Instead, her soft eyes are focused on the fire, dancing cheerfully amid the gloom of their hallowed out trunk.
When Taivas finally does notice her company is asleep, she smiles. A wane expression, it barely qualifies to hold the title. Quietly, she slips up to fan the flames, feeding it more kindling to keep it bright and merry. The crackle and hiss sound more like laughter in her mind, for through her fatigue she feels satisfied and pleasant.
And thus begins the cycle. Looking toward Waker's softly breathing figure every once in a while, then back to the flames decorating the walls with kaleidoscopic patterns of light and shadow, lifting up occasionally to build the fire and fan the delicate tongues to life, and finally settling back down to the earth - only to repeat until morning.
As the first pale light breaks through the branches, Taivas looks to Waker's formerly sodden form. She stands up, walking quietly over to him before dipping her head low toward his body. The glass beads woven into her mane chirp along with the fire in the cool morning air. Her dark, starry eyes scan his body to see he is more or less dry, though perhaps still damp where flesh meets the earth.
For a moment, the shaman pauses, hovers beside the boy strewn across the floor indelicately. She thinks of staying until he awakes from his slumber, but knows the morning will chase away the fearsome creatures of the night. The fire in front of the little cove will be less noticeable, and also serve to ward away smaller predators. She deems him safe, whether or not she is here to offer her own meager protection.
The little moon takes another look at the sleeping boy before turning. She feeds the fire one last time, fanning gently before walking out of the entrance, lifting off into the sky without looking back.
""
When Taivas finally does notice her company is asleep, she smiles. A wane expression, it barely qualifies to hold the title. Quietly, she slips up to fan the flames, feeding it more kindling to keep it bright and merry. The crackle and hiss sound more like laughter in her mind, for through her fatigue she feels satisfied and pleasant.
And thus begins the cycle. Looking toward Waker's softly breathing figure every once in a while, then back to the flames decorating the walls with kaleidoscopic patterns of light and shadow, lifting up occasionally to build the fire and fan the delicate tongues to life, and finally settling back down to the earth - only to repeat until morning.
As the first pale light breaks through the branches, Taivas looks to Waker's formerly sodden form. She stands up, walking quietly over to him before dipping her head low toward his body. The glass beads woven into her mane chirp along with the fire in the cool morning air. Her dark, starry eyes scan his body to see he is more or less dry, though perhaps still damp where flesh meets the earth.
For a moment, the shaman pauses, hovers beside the boy strewn across the floor indelicately. She thinks of staying until he awakes from his slumber, but knows the morning will chase away the fearsome creatures of the night. The fire in front of the little cove will be less noticeable, and also serve to ward away smaller predators. She deems him safe, whether or not she is here to offer her own meager protection.
The little moon takes another look at the sleeping boy before turning. She feeds the fire one last time, fanning gently before walking out of the entrance, lifting off into the sky without looking back.
""
So seize the day 'Cause you have come so far
Watched a million frowns turn into smiles
Lost all track of time Felt the energy of a million stars
You'll feel love again after the rain
Watched a million frowns turn into smiles
Lost all track of time Felt the energy of a million stars
You'll feel love again after the rain
Taivas
