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 Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 8:31 pm
Webweave tilted her head at the doe in curiosity. Again, she found herself surprised that she was so... different, so... inspiring, was it? She shook her head, not sure of what the other meant.
"Should everyone not have that self-assurance? Who's place is it to say who and what one does? Who's place is it to say where and when one should go? Who's place is it to say what is wrong and right?" A pause, perhaps for effect, perhaps just to allow absorption, "All of this is a matter of opinion, a state of mind, if you will. No one makes these decisions except those who can change it, and ultimately the only kimeti that can force one to do anything is that very one."
She smiled softly at the other doe, with the feeling that she was struggling with something untold. Webweave was considering asking if she were willing to share what she was running from, but waited patiently for a reply and her own words to perhaps make a statement or imprint.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 8:45 pm
Majesty shook her head, sending spirals of color down her body, and replied gladly, "Perhaps you should visit all of the kimeti, to inspire them so."
Webweave was correct, she truly had a way with words. Majesty had met kimeti, a long time ago, who had been of the opinion that they were fine weavers of tales, but it was a true gift to weave words of everyday use.
"You have a fine gift, Webweave. Very wonderful indeed. Your family must be quite proud of you."
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 9:00 pm
A slight blush may have found it's way onto the yellow doe's cheeks, at the thought of being an inspiration. She didn't think of herself that way at all. She just spoke what she knew, or atleast what she thought she knew. She liked to share her stories and her thoughts, that was all. She didn't understand how others went about not doing so, and not having an answer to any and all questions.
"Thank you, Majesty," she said politely as she watched the other doe's coat swirl with colors, "If I've met any of my relatives, we have done so anonymously, as no one I have met has marched upto me and declared themselves my kin. Though I have met a few kimeti that have similar markings and colors, but if I think about it that way, any kimeti in this swamp could be related to me, which I suppose we all are, but as I was saying, they are unknown to me." She glanced up to the other doe's eyes and paused a moment before adding, "What of your family, Majesty?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 9:28 pm
How strange not to know your foals, Majesty thought. Two of her tribe had bred, and all kept in touch some way or another with their foals. She had assumed it was normal for a parent to keep a foal or two with them, herself being the exception.
"My family? Well," at this, Majesty cast her gaze downward, "I do not know my parents either. I was a part of a clan, but when my coat started to flow past it's bounds I decided to try and make it on my own." She shrugged, and glanced back at Webweave.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:00 pm
Webweave has never known family, and so it did not make her feel sad in any way, not knowing her relatives. She had survived on her own, and had no problem continuing to do so. She figured one day, she may meet that special buck and perhaps settle down to have a family of her own, maybe even keep track of her own offspring, but whatever was to come, was going to come, and it was not of her concern yet. She would deal with it when she got there, she figured.
"Were they not fond of your coat? And of your flowing mane and tail? I would find that rather shallow of them, if it were the only reason for you to leave... unless of course you chose to leave of your own accord, that is. A coat that is different is nothing to be ashamed of, it should be brandished and held as unique and identifying, as a mark of otherness, a mark of beauty." She smiled at the beautiful doe in front of her and wondered why anyone would let another rule their thoughts or alter their plans. But not everyone was her, so she left it there.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:21 pm
This was a very strange doe indeed. Not only did she weave her words, but she wove them as they were.
"They were...fond...of my coat, but I just felt different. There were always stares...and the increased danger of the light I cast during the night."
Webweaver's weaving was superb, thought Majesty.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:28 pm
"Ahhh..." Now the predator aspect was understandable. Webweave could see that this ethereal coat that shed light like a fallen star would have it's own troubles during the night hours. No doubt, predators could follow such an easy trail to some tasty kimeti-flesh. And she supposed that she had not wanted to endanger her... tribe was it? Traveling group, in any manner.
"The glow does indeed sound like it comes with it's own complications. Perhaps you will find greater success out here in your own glade, then? That is why you came out here, was it not? To claim a territory to call home and start anew? To paint a picture of your own creation?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:47 pm
Majesty paused to give the question some thought. Could she really settle down alone?
"I am not so sure anymore. You have really brought things to light for me, so to speak. I thank you very much for that."
It was truly food for thought, and Majesty would still need some time to mull it over.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 11:01 pm
This doe seemed to have really been affected by her words, so Webweave came to the conclusion that it was time for her to leave.
"Well then I will leave you to it, Majesty. I wish you the best of luck in whatever you choose to do. I just hope that you do what sings true to you." A sincere smile, and a final goodbye, " 'Was nice to meet you. May the Swamp smile down upon you and your future."
And with that, the golden doe turned round and headed out of the glade. Perhaps she would go find a nice berry bush to pick at, she was beginning to feel hungry, now that she thought about it.
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