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 Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 3:36 pm
He loved her with all his heart but feeling this unsettled was it really fair? Looking upon her shining self merely to see a broken reflection of himself was all he pictured day in and day out. What happened in those seasons, those changing times when life had a meaning?
He nibbled on a leaf in morose contemplation. How to speak words that won't come, that won't form to the desired sound? He hated himself as he ran down that hill that day. Facing her like he did so suddenly. Saying that he couldn't stay, that maybe he'd be back...
As he remembered that painful time he cried, Cried so deeply his legs burned. He couldn't face her more then a breath of words...
"I can't stay.... I have to find myself.... I'm sorry".
Then he swept himself upward unto the cerulean blue sky into destination unknown. Where he was going Zaribe just didn't know. Maybe he'd return to his homeland? Maybe some forgotten place? Wherever he was headed only his heart or what was left of it would know and tell. Only then would the once proud parrot know what he was truly missing and how to find it.
So began his legacy... a way to find himself lost in a world... far away.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 5:21 am
As days spanned to weeks the stallion kept within the clouds only stopping to drink or graze as needed. His mind was a whirl of so many voices and yet he understood none. He just kept his journey straightforward till night settled in. How far had he traveled from his beloved home he'd never dare find out. He just knew it was his calling to keep pushing, keep striving to return.
"Return where?", he asked himself each day and still nothing became clear but yet he knew where he was going. No words could speak as great as memories entwined with years upon years of knowing. He landed one evening tossing his great head in a forest of sorts more in tropical growth. The stallion inhaled the area and he remembered why he'd traveled all this way. While he was still at home here he had many miles to go.
His thoughts turned to Zikeria as he flew up to a high branch, water dripping from his lower muzzle. He settled himself on his perch chuckling at how silly he used to fall from those trees. His sister always made fun of him, but he knew she loved her brother. What good was this nonsense that he didn't tell her his decision. Only his heart he had left behind knew he was truly gone. But that would never stop his devoted sister from seeking him out, let alone voice her worry. They were inseparable and yet he chose to leave.
Lying his head down on his forelegs he looked upward to the shining stars asking silently for an answer. But, of course they only twinkled and whispered to themselves. This made Zaribe feel alone which he grunted deeply missing the call of the birds from the Kawani lands. Here is was merely among the frogs and other creatures though he possibly heard a bird in the far horizon perhaps.
Closing his eyes he dreamed of flying, being back home among the thick trees, and the laughter he always loved hearing from his kind. Color, sound, feeling resonated and he was happy once more. For now the stallion would rest and he would forget his worries. He'd simply dream and find his way around this mess he'd gotten himself into.
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