06-19-2015, 10:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-19-2015, 11:48 PM by Strangelet.)
nocturnal and quark's imaginary girl
Strange had gotten herself lost in the fireflies. A whole swarm of them, though she couldn’t remember if fireflies were supposed to swarm or not. Didn’t matter, because these ones had, flickering rainbow lights with whispering voices like dry rustling autumn leaves. They’d swept her away somehow, and it felt like maybe she’d been lost for a long time.
Didn’t matter, though. Eventually, she found her way back to her body. And because of her gift or because of Beqanna magic or because it hadn’t been nearly as long as it had felt, she was still little girl Strangelet, all fuzzy black baby fuzz and bright blue eyes, and her extra special yellow crescent moon on her right side that was part of both of her moms, Momma Sol’s sunshine yellow and Momma Luna’s moon shape stamped right on her body, sewn into her skin and always with her. Just like they were. Even when they were far away, like now.
Maybe soon would be a good time to go visit them. But for now, her body felt all itchy and tingly like it did when she spent too much time away from it, so probably she should stay here for a little so her body remembered what it felt like to be inhabited again and stopped feeling like it was waking up with all the little prickles and tingles and shivers that almost hurt but not quite.
Oh, right. Eyes. Those were things. Strange opened hers, cobalt blue and often focused on things that weren’t physically present, because physical was so arbitrary, but the abundant wild green that exploded everywhere her open eyes rested told her she was in the jungle that had been home for as long as she could remember, even if it was really only home because of Momma Sol. Who wasn’t here anymore. Huh. Yeah, that anchor that had made the Jungle the place she always came back to was gone, and now the land around her was just land. Land she knew, land her feet could navigate even though her eyes got confused sometimes, but still just land.
Huh. No anchor. It made everything…drifty. Drafty. A little bit dizzy, but only because it was…disorienting, not having that solid feeling of home here. She wasn’t even quite sure where home usually was now, the waterfall and the graveyard. No, wait, she could still feel NocNoc’s bones, and Momma Luna’s too, if she looked hard enough. Okay. Good. Good.
Oh, hello. More fireflies, dancing in the air, beckoning her forward. Not toward the past and the shiny black dragon bones of the dead. Not this time. No, there was a girl somewhere, a girl surrounded by still more fireflies. A girl maybe she was supposed to meet. Or maybe not supposed to so much as could. Could was better. Could was less weight, less clinging and pushing and dragging and more exciting and fun. Could. So she followed the fireflies who led her to meet a new friend. And since her feet knew the shape of the Jungle without her eyes having to notice it, she didn’t even trip as she wandered through the dense green, distracted by the pulse of life in every plant and the sparkle in the air when she passed spirits drifting through the trees and the trail of prey where that jaguar had dragged her dinner across Strange’s path and –
“Oh!” And that swarm of fireflies, with a girl at the center. “Hello there! I’m Strange.”
Come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination
living there you'll be free if you truly wish to be.
living there you'll be free if you truly wish to be.