oh little sparrow - where have you been? fluttering here and there and fleeing, finally, the madness that came with duty. how she had loved her jungle - FIERCELY - and how it had pained her to leave.
but leave she had. and now the silent return.
it confused her at first, the silence. where was the hum she had grown so accustomed to? where was the constant influx of thoughts that she had known her entire life? where was the information - for which she was desperate, now - that had come so easily to her?
for the first time in her life she yearned for such gifts and recognized, truly, how she had taken them for granted. hybris, though she had been long gone from these lands, had been touched deeply by the changes.
it was painful to walk the familiar path to her jungle and find it lost. or, rather, gone. the entire world had changed and yet she KNEW that this was beqanna through and through. so what had happened? where was the jungle, or the tundra, or any of the kingdoms she had once recognized? where were the herds that had dotted the horizon, familiar and oddly comforting?
a strange sense of panic welled in the little sparrow and she gulped a deep breath of air to try and smother it. the child within wanted to call for her mother -foolish notion, that - while the independent amazon struggled to gain control.
straighten up! figure it out! find the answers yourself!
ah and so the little sparrow pulled herself together and closed her eyes while she pulled in another deep breath. this one was more steady and much more calm and when she gazed once more upon this world she found some comfort in one sight at least. the meadow remained and it was there that she lingered, now. on the outskirts seeking some familiarity before she pressed forward - there was no rush. |
@[magnus]