03-16-2019, 10:31 AM
I'll be sitting here with a song that I wrote, saying
love could change the world in a moment
love could change the world in a moment
I’m pretty confident that my getaway and return have gone unnoticed (of course they haven’t but I’m barely a year old, what do I know). After the trip to the island, a trip that for me personally has been swimming in the colour blue, and the loss of a crab friend who did not accompany me back home. That’s too bad; I do actually like the animals. I like the seals (from afar), I like the white foxes and snow hares, the lemmings. There’s not many insects here on the Isle, either, so besides gulls there aren’t many birds I guess, but I do not mind. There are enough.
A bear however, is a wholly different sight. I’m brave, but not stupid (or at least that’s what I like to tell myself). So I stay perfectly still where I am, and she doesn’t seem to notice me. She’s preoccupied, with what I do not know, perhaps her thoughts or the pretty lights. Or both. Both is fine.
I’m waiting for her to pass, but then something magical happens - and it turns out the bear is not a bear at all! Grinning at how stupid I am, I finally dare to move and approach her - but when I try to whinny and greet the now-a-mare, a cough interrupts me first. My throat hurts, so my childish voice is raw when I finally address her. ”Uhh, hi! Sorry for the sound.” I grimace, then shrug. I know I’ve gone out to help the fairies find a cure for this disease, surely I won’t be sick that long?
A bear however, is a wholly different sight. I’m brave, but not stupid (or at least that’s what I like to tell myself). So I stay perfectly still where I am, and she doesn’t seem to notice me. She’s preoccupied, with what I do not know, perhaps her thoughts or the pretty lights. Or both. Both is fine.
I’m waiting for her to pass, but then something magical happens - and it turns out the bear is not a bear at all! Grinning at how stupid I am, I finally dare to move and approach her - but when I try to whinny and greet the now-a-mare, a cough interrupts me first. My throat hurts, so my childish voice is raw when I finally address her. ”Uhh, hi! Sorry for the sound.” I grimace, then shrug. I know I’ve gone out to help the fairies find a cure for this disease, surely I won’t be sick that long?
but what do I know?
Aodhán
little fire
@[Caelestra]