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 Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 11:58 pm
(( ... in which Persephone bonds with her familiar Deirdre. )) Persephone moved gently through the forest, her hooves falling lightly amidst the thin layer of leaf-litter. It was late enough in the summer season that the leaves had just begun to fall, but not so late that the fallen foliage was crisp and crackling. She moved with the subtle grace that was so integral to her being, through this familiar terrain... The forest bordered her family's sheltered glade, winding up and over the young mountains that scattered the horizon. Beyond them was coastal vegetation, and beyond that the sea. Though she had enjoyed their trip to the coast the summer past, from which the lovely tropical flowers tied into a wreath by the nimble fingers of an admiring two-legged still flourished against her pale skin, she much preferred the comfort and sweet familiarity of Home...
Connor was somewhere tending to the needs of their beloved valley. Though the unrivaled beauty of nature was what drew them to the place that became their home, the great mountainside and winding river required some care now and then. Mostly to remove debris that had slid after the soil gave way to rain.
Her beloved had been doing a lot of chores around the glade as of late. Perhaps it was his way of dealing with the loss of their children...
They were not lost, they had left of their own accord and with their parent's blessing. To travel the world, to see and experience and live and love and learn and grow for themselves... They were adults, long past the time of needing her womb or the extended care of the shaman-blessed baskets to nurture and protect them. Though she loved them still, and would cherish them until her dying days, they were older now. It was their time to explore, to see what words cannot describe and experience what fate has in store.
And she knew, wherever they were, that they loved her still.
She smiled, thinking of her mate's stoic worry. He knew, too, that their children loved them and were not absent due to some mistake or grudge. Perhaps it was his own relationship with his mother that had him so wound... if the seasons favored travel, it was time they journeyed together to seek this grey mare she had heard so much of, and yet with whom she had shared none of her own life.
A gentle humming sound teased in to wandering thoughts, and she paused mid-step as her ears flickered about for the source of the sound. The flutter of gentle wings, somehow delicate for all their thrumming intensity. A hummingbird, perhaps?.. a small woodland creature with bright eyes and brighter foliage reminiscent of flowers, though she had seen some that camouflaged well with the soil. This sound was not uncommon in the meadows, though it was strange for such a hum to be heard amidst the great trees.
She did not wish to disturb the gentle creature, and so remained still as a statue, only her ears and eyes seeking the feathered being.
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:11 am
The hummingbird's wings thrummed pleasantly as she darted about the forest, seeking the scent that had wafted so enticingly into the meadow on a gentle forest breeze. Using the wind currents to her best advantage, she moved forward with all the agility of her kind. She needed to move fast, to evade any potential predators- and she needed to be able to hover above the flowers, so that their nectar may nourish her- and, quick, onto the next, so that she did not overdraw her welcome.
Her golden eyes, unusual for her kind, fixated upon a cluster of multi-hued flowers. Red as roses, golden-yellow tulips and daisies, lilacs and pearly-blue periwinkles and a spray of baby's breath... yes, this was the scent that had lured her. This...
.... her eyes took in the large creature, a four-legged with strange thin fronds upon which the enticing flowers were propped.
It seemed that she was not the first to discover these flowers.
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:19 am
The four-legged female gazed at the smaller being in silent admiration. Olive hues and golden-browns, a touch of white against a flash of blackest night. And the most exquisite golden eyes, fixated upon the flowers behind her ear and then darting across her form.
She suppressed a gentle chuckle; 'twas not the first time her love of beauty had drawn a beautiful creature to her. Though she did not wish to cut short the brilliance of the flower's bloom by plucking them before there time, there were occasions upon which she carried the delicate blossoms with her for some time, long past when their petals withered and dried. There was a moment when they were fresh- still plump wit the vitality of their short-lived splendor- but on their downward trend. She had learned to recognize this time, to see the hint of wilt in the stem and the subtle shift in hue, and that was when she chose her companions... when, were they to be left upon their withering stems, they would perish just as readily as if they had been plucked. And, so, she kept their beauty with her for some time, cherishing those last moments while secure in the knowledge that she had not sacrificed the well-being of another for her own pleasure.
She gazed into the small bird's golden eyes, her own smokey orbs soft and warm in welcome. "Hello, little one..."she murmured, the same words she used upon seeing her own foal emerging from its basket for the first time.
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:23 am
The vibrations of the mare's voice startled the hummingbird at first, and she flew in a sharp circle as her eyes darted across the other's form, seeking any ill intentions. When none were forthcoming, she hovered closer, savoring the scent that the combination of flowers made.
This four-legged had taste, though she knew that the soft-and-squishy beak could not fit into the small flowers. The hummingbird appreciated those who appreciated flowers.
Pleasing sounds, alluring scents, and a gentle pull that seemed to beckon her ever closer...
The hummingbird approached the yellow flower, sensing its welcome, and hovered eagerly.
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:28 am
Take what you can, little one... Persephone sighed inwardly, wishing only that she could offer more.
She knew not why the bird was so far from its usual home- far by a bird's wings, she reminded herself, though not far by her stride- but she suspected that her flowers had something to do with it. The nectar inside would not be replenished once sampled, but she did not mind; after all, she had rescued the blooms from death upon their stems, and their time with her was limited by the slow decay of time.
Her eyes followed those of the smaller creature; such exquisite golden eyes...
She was reminded of the first time she saw Connor, though his eyes held no such colors in their depths. Perhaps it was the feelings conjured by her reminiscing, or some emotion that came over her in tender reflections. Something about this creature brought the same warmth to her as her family did- little ones, beloved all, and their father. The familiar pull of Home.
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