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 Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 12:45 pm
The forest was deep and chill, the warmth of spring shadowed by overhanging branches. Sunlight filtered down through the leaves, green with the the life of the woods. A soft breeze rustled through the underbrush and the treetops swayed with a stronger wind. The sounds of new growth and old life could almost be heard over the soft gurgle of a small stream.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 1:12 pm
The soft sigh of tree branches, the gentle rustle of underbrush, the quiet hum if insects swelled in Pele's ears as she listened to the world sing to her. Water dripped from leaves in steady percussion and the nearby stream babbled a simple melody. Squirrels and birds argued and courted in the trees nearby while in the distance a rabbit thumped a warning of some unseen danger.
The light that filtered down from above was tinted green as it passed through transparent leaves. It moved with the stirring of branches in the wind, and Pele moved with it. At first her steps light, but soon full of a subtle grace as she began to dance. Finding a patch of sunlight her body twisted into it, following it's path to the next sunbeam, her hooves barely stirring the leaves on the forest floor. Pele stretched, twisted, folded her wings with the dance, leaping and turning and reveling in the life of the forest.
And then she began to sing. Her voice low, but clear, carried into the woods around her, both muffled and echoed as it contacted the great trees around her. She heard the sound change and grow as she sang and adjusted to the acoustics of the forest. The woods around her part of her song as she made room for the sighing of trees between the lilting wordless melody. Her music was alive with the world around her, not covering it's sounds, but becoming a breathing part of the forest. Paced by the dripping of water and the gurgling of the stream, her hooves carried the tempo as she danced.
Pele was lost in the world that surrounded her. She let it fill her and she became part of it, sharing her body as part of its expression. She could have been surrounded by others and never have noticed if they didn't intrude on the music of the forest she danced to. Her song was its song and it carried deeper and further than she would have thought if she considered it. No matter how far it traveled, it went with the sigh of the wind and the creaking of trees. Her alto carrying the soul of the forest with it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 8:15 am
After the whining, Silvanus moved on to another. His eyes open for the first part of the speach it had to give. It mainly was complaining about the birds that lived within its trees. Though Silvanus chuckled a little, the birds snapped at his intrusion. Though stopped, when they noticed his colourings. He was Silvanus Faunus; the Forest Domained. His expression told them to find a tree who didn't mind the company of birds, but in protest.. He told the tree it would have to wait until the birds' kin grew.
But it wasn't those words that soothed the great pine he stood before. It was singing.
Sooner or later the humming came to tune with the speach of the forest around the angeni. His ears swiveled and his quiet demeanor lifted. His great form standing at its full. He saw her before he heard her completely. For she too, like him, stuck out like a bright orange fingernail in the midst of its brown brethren. He was odd towards those without the mark of angeni, Silvanus had only.. stood to talk to angeni in his time. He had only knowledge on how to look on and watch the other breeds of soquili. And that is what he did. He watched Pele bounce and sing to the forest quietly beside the pine.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 8:02 am
Pele didn't notice her audience. She never did. Lost in the music of the forest, she swayed with the creaking oak and rose with the standing pine. She glided with the flowing brook and twisted with the dancing light. Her wings spread and snapped and folded and turned with the movement of the forest and her hooves. Her song called back to the birds in a deeper richer echo of their voices. Her melody carried the percussion of the dew dripping from leaves and encompassed the sighing of the wind. Careful as always, her singing never covered the sounds of the forest, but melded with them, making it's song, her song. She was merely a part of the chorus.
As she moved to the songs of the trees, Pele stretched into the moving sunlight, not because she wanted a spotlight, but because she wanted to join their dance. Her eyes more closed than open as she listened to the forest's call, Pele swayed and twisted and . . .
Caught. Her wing suddenly screamed at her as she tried to move on in her dance. Pele stopped as the pain drown out the melody of the woods. She looked as she hadn't before. The blackberry bush wouldn't carry berries for months, but it still held plenty of thorns. She hadn't noticed when her wing slid in among the branches. And if she had pulled it straight back out, she likely wouldn't have gotten more than a few scratches. But in her dancing, she had twisted the wing up and to the right and it had gotten snagged on several thorns and then pulled its way into more. One branch was even wrapped around her wing in the most painful fashion.
With a sigh, Pele eased herself slightly back towards the bush. Carefully she let some of the tension out of her wing and studied the situation. This wasn't the first time she had ended up tangled in something after she let herself be lost in the dance. Pele had actually gotten pretty good at getting herself untangled with a minimum of pain if she just took a moment to observe the problem.
Though she had stopped moving and singing, Pele had not yet made another sound. She neither cursed nor tore at the plant. She knew it was her own lack of caution that caused the situation and she didn't want to scar the plant more than she had to in order to free herself. A few of her feathers were tattered and her flying wouldn't be very graceful until they filled back in, but the damage wasn't such that she would be grounded.
As she studied the blackberry bush, Pele was still unaware of her audience. For now, her only concern was figuring out how to get untangled without causing more damage. Unconsciously she hummed as she worked on the problem. A slight movement of her wing so she could study the way the branches reacted was the only movement she made at all.
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