02-27-2021, 06:15 PM
despite the overwhelming odds, tomorrow came
I had never really thought about the fact that Nerine and Icicle Isle were technically a part of my home, as well. Lilliana had mentioned it when we first met, though I had been so young and eager to find a family that I had decided to follow her here, to Taiga. Since then, the redwoods had become a home that brought with it a comfort unlike anything I could have imagined. Sure, there was still the issue of Yanhua that occupied my thoughts almost exclusively, now, but since I had returned, Amarine and Lilliana had made me feel like I belonged. It also helped to have the connection to the flora that grew within the northern reaches of the territory, thanks to Memorie and myself. I give him a soft and warm smile in response.
Our homes shape us as much as we shape it. I chew on those words for a moment, thinking of how Taiga has changed me. For the better. I want to say that I haven’t changed Taiga, however, but when I stop to look around, I know that’s not true. Everything around us had been a charred and broken mess shortly before I arrived and even after I had returned here after running away. In a way, I have changed Taiga more than the other residents who called the redwoods home. I smile softly at the thought. “Yes,” I say wistfully, “I guess you are right.”
Before I had arrived in Beqanna, I had no love for much of anything. I loved water, that was true, but it was more of a passing fancy than a deep appreciation. The redwoods had given me what I couldn’t have imagined possible before: passion. In the short time I had been here, I had found myself in a way that I never knew I was even missing. Before, I had meandered through life trying to fit in, often where I didn’t belong. It was like trying to shove a puzzle piece into a completely different puzzle altogether. And even then, if the piece fit, the image was all wrong. I hadn’t known who I was or what I desired, except that I wanted to fit in somewhere. Despite all that had happened, however, my piece fit here beneath the giants, as smoothly and seamlessly as I could have ever imagined.
I find myself lost in these thoughts for a moment, and his question draws me back in. It is the kind of question that leaves me searching for an answer. “Oh…” I breathe, tilting my head slightly to the side with an expression of deep thought on my face. “Well, I never really thought about it,” I admit. For a moment, I stand there trying to think of something I would wish for the forest, though this proves harder than I would have thought. I’ve never been good at being put on the spot with questions like this. Not just that, but the forest had always provided everything I could have ever imagined I would want. So to have a wish for this forest almost seems strange. “I guess I would just wish that everything could always be the same, that this forest could live on far into the future, building a legacy and a weaving together the threads of our stories until the sun dies and the moon refuses to rise.” Little did I know that the sun would die sooner rather than later, but that’s neither here nor there.
Our homes shape us as much as we shape it. I chew on those words for a moment, thinking of how Taiga has changed me. For the better. I want to say that I haven’t changed Taiga, however, but when I stop to look around, I know that’s not true. Everything around us had been a charred and broken mess shortly before I arrived and even after I had returned here after running away. In a way, I have changed Taiga more than the other residents who called the redwoods home. I smile softly at the thought. “Yes,” I say wistfully, “I guess you are right.”
Before I had arrived in Beqanna, I had no love for much of anything. I loved water, that was true, but it was more of a passing fancy than a deep appreciation. The redwoods had given me what I couldn’t have imagined possible before: passion. In the short time I had been here, I had found myself in a way that I never knew I was even missing. Before, I had meandered through life trying to fit in, often where I didn’t belong. It was like trying to shove a puzzle piece into a completely different puzzle altogether. And even then, if the piece fit, the image was all wrong. I hadn’t known who I was or what I desired, except that I wanted to fit in somewhere. Despite all that had happened, however, my piece fit here beneath the giants, as smoothly and seamlessly as I could have ever imagined.
I find myself lost in these thoughts for a moment, and his question draws me back in. It is the kind of question that leaves me searching for an answer. “Oh…” I breathe, tilting my head slightly to the side with an expression of deep thought on my face. “Well, I never really thought about it,” I admit. For a moment, I stand there trying to think of something I would wish for the forest, though this proves harder than I would have thought. I’ve never been good at being put on the spot with questions like this. Not just that, but the forest had always provided everything I could have ever imagined I would want. So to have a wish for this forest almost seems strange. “I guess I would just wish that everything could always be the same, that this forest could live on far into the future, building a legacy and a weaving together the threads of our stories until the sun dies and the moon refuses to rise.” Little did I know that the sun would die sooner rather than later, but that’s neither here nor there.
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@[Leilan] we can just continue where we were before. Lol.