01-07-2016, 05:24 PM
****Her origination had been sustained by a force beyond convention. Bending the elastic rules of conception and family. Her mother is one of those demigods that walk this land – bestowed with the ultimate creativity of near unhindered power. A beginning that flies most in the face of the dirt and blossom of her later life; but absent that magic, she would not be here. Sparked to life in a way so unlike the simplicity of soil and seed, unlike the coition she is so happily accustomed to; divinely conceived, out of a puddle of sheer improbability and sisterhood.
****But her birth had been remarkably ordinary. Tumbled out, damp and unsure, onto a cradle of dark earth and fan leaves. Greeted by the pre-dawn chorus of insect hums and the howl of primates; she remembers nothing of the green murk or that day, of course. To understand had been well beyond the sphere of her yet developed brain. Her mother had led her from the verdant and heady soup of her deliverance and into the subdued beauty of the hinterlands.
****Where they both came to be who they are today, all folksy and horsehair.
****“As good as here.” Her mother may as well have been the land herself – it is how Vineine had always seen Elladora. All rock and moss and petals, the bowing of a flower stalk against a breeze, the trill of songbirds on her breath. And when she fell, she had given herself to the roots willingly. “The jungle, for my first moments. But not for very long thereafter.” That place is just as wild as these common haunts, its soil rich enough to nurse the mighty breadth of living things contained within. Maybe more so, for its size and inhospitable nature. The sisters have succeeded in taming only a portion of the rainforest. “I was raised here.”
****Out in this sweet air she had loved, and birthed her foals, gifting them a similar perfume. “I have returned to the jungle, just recently.” Drawn back. After a long time in temperateness, the tropical air has been slowly settling into her haunches and shoulders as if an old friend. Still, she returns here often to observe the extremity of the seasons, absent in that constant warmth. “And you? Are you a nomad?”
****Is it possible to shed it from their hearts in full?
*magic-borne daughter of Prague and Elladora
****‘...Herself in the Heavens, her beam on the waves.’
- amazonian and mother -
****But her birth had been remarkably ordinary. Tumbled out, damp and unsure, onto a cradle of dark earth and fan leaves. Greeted by the pre-dawn chorus of insect hums and the howl of primates; she remembers nothing of the green murk or that day, of course. To understand had been well beyond the sphere of her yet developed brain. Her mother had led her from the verdant and heady soup of her deliverance and into the subdued beauty of the hinterlands.
****Where they both came to be who they are today, all folksy and horsehair.
****“As good as here.” Her mother may as well have been the land herself – it is how Vineine had always seen Elladora. All rock and moss and petals, the bowing of a flower stalk against a breeze, the trill of songbirds on her breath. And when she fell, she had given herself to the roots willingly. “The jungle, for my first moments. But not for very long thereafter.” That place is just as wild as these common haunts, its soil rich enough to nurse the mighty breadth of living things contained within. Maybe more so, for its size and inhospitable nature. The sisters have succeeded in taming only a portion of the rainforest. “I was raised here.”
****Out in this sweet air she had loved, and birthed her foals, gifting them a similar perfume. “I have returned to the jungle, just recently.” Drawn back. After a long time in temperateness, the tropical air has been slowly settling into her haunches and shoulders as if an old friend. Still, she returns here often to observe the extremity of the seasons, absent in that constant warmth. “And you? Are you a nomad?”
****Is it possible to shed it from their hearts in full?
****‘...Herself in the Heavens, her beam on the waves.’
- amazonian and mother -