Uwaritace
If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
Uwaritace filled her mind's eye, still remaining impossibly large. Taivas felt a special connection to the great mother tree, for she remembers her as one of the few presences in the Rift that did not startle her upon first sight. The burned, scared trunk of the great mother made her heart ache.
Of course, when the call from the base of the tree was relayed, the shaman arrived post-haste.
When her eyes met with the repaired trunk of the tree, they filled instantly with tears. The painted girl lands upon the snow below, starry eyes looking directly passed all who clamored at the feet of the matrons for their call of gifts, and walked, as if possessed, to the base of the great tree. Softly, her wing tips upward to brush the trunk she remembered as charred and nearly lifeless, except for the persistent presence of Uwaritace herself.
Her feather delicately drags on the bark of the mother, and Taivas feels the renewed life radiating from inside the massive and ancient trunk. Blinking away the tears from her eyes, Taivas turns to view the strange creatures gathered around the base. "How did you restore her?" she asks, voice mystified as she looks at the healthy limbs and baubles placed upon them. In the air beside the shaman, the small ball of hope danced and swerved with joy, revealing the inward feelings of the gentle girl far better than her face.
Then, her senses begin to return.
She feels the cold on her partially shed coat.
She hears the crunch of snow under the hooves of those gathered.
She sees the familiar faces lit with hope, a gift from Kisamoa.
She laughs, a small bell of a sound. "Thank you," she says kindly and warm to the large, tusked and armored guardians of the mother.
Reaching around her neck and tugging hard, Taivas roughly and imprecisely removes a small piece of silver from her mane, along with more than a few strands of her soft, flaxen mane. Lifting into the air, she flies toward one of the higher branches of the great tree and places upon a bough the final bead handed down to her from her father, for her passage in life to become a star singer - a fate that was not meant to be met, apparently.
Looking at the floor below, she sees Waker throw a snowball at the brave girl who addressed Kisamoa so calmly in the meeting. She sees Roscorro, still protectively hovering near the little filly she had met at this very tree. Even if she was never to see her family again, at least now she had others who made her heart fill with a strange warmth.
Maybe this was friendship.
She careens back down to the earth, falling a few paces from Waker. With a delicate maneuver, she cowkicks a wave of snow in his direction. In the face which normally remained placid and unchanged as the moon itself, an impish smile forms, followed by the merry twinkle of a laugh.
Of course, when the call from the base of the tree was relayed, the shaman arrived post-haste.
When her eyes met with the repaired trunk of the tree, they filled instantly with tears. The painted girl lands upon the snow below, starry eyes looking directly passed all who clamored at the feet of the matrons for their call of gifts, and walked, as if possessed, to the base of the great tree. Softly, her wing tips upward to brush the trunk she remembered as charred and nearly lifeless, except for the persistent presence of Uwaritace herself.
Her feather delicately drags on the bark of the mother, and Taivas feels the renewed life radiating from inside the massive and ancient trunk. Blinking away the tears from her eyes, Taivas turns to view the strange creatures gathered around the base. "How did you restore her?" she asks, voice mystified as she looks at the healthy limbs and baubles placed upon them. In the air beside the shaman, the small ball of hope danced and swerved with joy, revealing the inward feelings of the gentle girl far better than her face.
Then, her senses begin to return.
She feels the cold on her partially shed coat.
She hears the crunch of snow under the hooves of those gathered.
She sees the familiar faces lit with hope, a gift from Kisamoa.
She laughs, a small bell of a sound. "Thank you," she says kindly and warm to the large, tusked and armored guardians of the mother.
Reaching around her neck and tugging hard, Taivas roughly and imprecisely removes a small piece of silver from her mane, along with more than a few strands of her soft, flaxen mane. Lifting into the air, she flies toward one of the higher branches of the great tree and places upon a bough the final bead handed down to her from her father, for her passage in life to become a star singer - a fate that was not meant to be met, apparently.
Looking at the floor below, she sees Waker throw a snowball at the brave girl who addressed Kisamoa so calmly in the meeting. She sees Roscorro, still protectively hovering near the little filly she had met at this very tree. Even if she was never to see her family again, at least now she had others who made her heart fill with a strange warmth.
Maybe this was friendship.
She careens back down to the earth, falling a few paces from Waker. With a delicate maneuver, she cowkicks a wave of snow in his direction. In the face which normally remained placid and unchanged as the moon itself, an impish smile forms, followed by the merry twinkle of a laugh.
When I turn jet black, and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine
Taivas
[ ooc - Is amazed about the restorations of the tree.
Places her silver bead from her father on a high bough.
Kicks up some snow at Waker.
Gift ideas for Taivas:
Magic: Calls upon starlight to create magicked shields or barriers.
Enchanted Item: A miniature figurine of Uwaritace which changes its foliage to match the seasons to be woven into her mane.
Item: Leather bag of healing herbs to be strapped about her shoulders.
OR
Really anything star themed or healing themed is good. :D ]
