daylight plays through the canopy, touching on the gnarled roots that writhe through the earth. they are old, weathered and some worn smooth, unpredictable, surging through the earth in the manner of a boiling sea. birdsong lilts through the air, weaving a tapestry of sound amid the soft morning. above, clouds gather heavy.
the starseeker is hollow — she wanders as she always has, stormcloud ripped asunder and set upon the physical earth. but her steps have lost their care, and the roots surge to tug at her paws. she is more present than ever, made real by her hunger and the pale light that dapples her pelt. in the night, the way is made clear and she is guided by the whispers of those who have gone before; now hunger dulls their words, chases away sleep and drives her onward in a way the stars never had.
she pauses atop spindly limbs, sets back her crown and peers into the canopy as if it may provide the same answers that the stygian night always carries. through slitted gaze she sees only the trembling of the canopy as breeze pushes through, empty. the buzz of some insect grows suddenly near before abruptly fading, and a jay wings apace across her field of vision. she is urged then to movement and sets forward once more, the cedars all around still and stately, unceasing.
the starseeker is hollow — she wanders as she always has, stormcloud ripped asunder and set upon the physical earth. but her steps have lost their care, and the roots surge to tug at her paws. she is more present than ever, made real by her hunger and the pale light that dapples her pelt. in the night, the way is made clear and she is guided by the whispers of those who have gone before; now hunger dulls their words, chases away sleep and drives her onward in a way the stars never had.
she pauses atop spindly limbs, sets back her crown and peers into the canopy as if it may provide the same answers that the stygian night always carries. through slitted gaze she sees only the trembling of the canopy as breeze pushes through, empty. the buzz of some insect grows suddenly near before abruptly fading, and a jay wings apace across her field of vision. she is urged then to movement and sets forward once more, the cedars all around still and stately, unceasing.
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a moon, worn as if it had been a shell; - by Eridanus - August 10, 2019, 08:44 AM
RE: a moon, worn as if it had been a shell; - by Amun - August 10, 2019, 04:10 PM