I know of a city. Formed off broke Ambition, The hope being that this grand plan of a municipality would rival that of the finest. Great ancient builders put a great deal of the gold snow into it. In this world, In the areas that had the highest potential to be fantastic. One of the gods came to cultivate it, grow the finest of trees. The finest greens. The far off opposing city of lost Silver was supposed to tremble in its. Wake. The land was gathered up. The God set to work for many years though eventually, he grew tired, and his project ended. The God left, and the inhabitants tried to make their own way, but they liked things being the way they were. Time passed, and the ideas of the future remained stagnant for much later time. Older wise men came there to live their days peacefully And passed in. Due time. That was was where the city got its name. The young sprouts that went from the land always tried to uproot themselves. Their little green legs popping up between the cracks the run to the beginning, away from the end.
We all have favorite books. Even if you don’t realize it, I’m sure that just by hearing the title you’ve thought of a book. Perhaps yours is a classic or a new modern book that has yet to explode into that beautiful flower you know it to be. My favorite book can easily be put at The Hobbit by Tolkien, the high fantasy that feels truly like it was made for himself and to calm his mind after a long days work . Who knows, but tell me what your favorite book is!
There are so many different ways to read books today, you can listen read physical books or even get ebooks that you can have a version on you at all times. But people seem to be getting less into reading more into videos so how do we know what is next? What do you think?
Part of us is constantly nervous. Another part is superbly confident and has so much it wants to do. If you think about it we all have two parts. What we want to do and what we believe to be logical. Sure you know what you’ve got to do while also sitting thinking no I don’t really need that. It would be nice but I don’t need it. That, my friend is where you are wrong. You do need to do this, if it is what will make you happy then it is not a maybe it is a must for your sake. Don’t put your dreams on hold out of fear talk to that person do that thing you’ve always wanted to dO.
But it’s hard, because those two parts of you are at war do and don’t they say, two opposite messages to yourself, you have to push through to the one that you want to hear, follow your dreams and know if you push hard enough it will work.
As you listen to a song watch how it follows your mood and becoming how you feel. As you try to find the song for your thoughts you realize music controls your mood in some ways happy songs get you happy sad ones make you sad and sometimes it works the opposite way. Songs keep The mind active in a way, keep the blood flowing and before you know it the music in your mind is narrating your own personal movie.
So I don’t know if you’ve heard of the movie Synedoche New York but I think it is about a guy that wants to create a massive play that encapsulates life. He spends his whole life working on it but it never seems to go anywhere and then he dies. “Devin!” I hear you say, “that sounds incredibly morbid and and sad!”
To which I say yes it does. The movie is weird,
Even sad things can serve to motivate us properly.
- Don’t make things overly massive to the4 point of impossibly in your writing focus on a few characters and don’t dwell too much one every little detail; or things will never get done. I do not that some people do focus on a bunch of characters. As much as every little detail would be tempting don’t! Keep pace and finish it.
- Don’t dwell too much on the past. Learn from it definitely but don’t let it tether you, There are no strings on me or you!
- Look at things in a good light that will help there are always good thing Otherwise you might a sabotage good thing.
There we go three cool lessons!
Now listen to “Here comes the sun” by The Beatles
We all have new things appear over our lives, when I was very young, Facebook became a thing I didn’t understand at the time. Maybe that was the point of why so many people lied about their ages and are now labeled as a 28-year-old despite the reality being that those people are actually only 18 or 19. So we sit there with our older images of ourselves. Our parents don’t really understand some technologies so they might look at us and say hey that’s weird. Realistically as things get older, more people use it. But something to take into consideration if you were the first one to adopt something new the increased chance for being the first ones to understand it!
There was a great deal of things to be concerned about in the world of Remnant Many people were aware of this fact and yet the world made it a common practice to not worry. Not to fear…. To be calm and collected at all times, for there were…. Things that fed upon a restless soul and causes destruction in its wake. Some children felt deeply in their hearts the creatures were only thought up by the elders in order to keep the younger ones in check. They wondered often if there was was a fake thing meant only to cause worry yet there was something that broke such a theory for many…. It was said that they fed on fear. So upon closer thought it simply did not make sense for them to make up such a thing…. Would it be for their own amusement? Again it was quite hard to tell… This was the a typical thought process for children in this world and then more often than not they would go to the even younger children with a sort of confidence in their walk that made younger ones excited, surely they were going to be one of the older ones with the grace of time.
They permanently remembered those feelings even if their peace filled minds commonly changed subtle moments regardless of the true weather it was always thought of as a sunny day that they learned that the creatures of their bad dreams were nothing more than a farce…. In time of course, for not many of them were the quickest to accept that what they had been told in the past was not very true, or at all for that matter. Many would go to sleep that night with a certain doubt and it would nestle inside of them for a few days until there was a certain realization within them that begged the question of why they wanted a nightmare to be true in the first place. And in the coming months they would develop such a walk as well: one of confidence. It was a cycle; the older ones reassuring the younger to be calm and collected against such weird forms of adult created nonsense. A simple system a village of Forencia had come up with and they were sure was fool proof and for a great long time there was success but one error was made in their self proclaimed fool proof plan… They were denying a truth they merely wished they had made up.
The only problem, reality does not disappear by simply ignoring it. No no… in contrast to those in denial in a further brought on reality. There were those whom went missing, or outwardly died in unnatural ways, their skin often found to be grey and and cracked… like snow but then again, there was something inherently unnatural about even saying it was similar to snow, some felt even giving it credit for the death appearance of snow was a dangerous idea though in the same instance perhaps it was their own paranoia that caused it but maybe not people were never certain. And perhaps that is what Made them jump hoping desperately for a better life.
The miracle that the children never saw the older individuals jump and disappear was a backwards happy thing that many cherished despite continuously watching the populous shrink, often when the young ones did happen to notice, there was an overwhelming wave where they were determined to join those who had left. Which again lead to a further decreasing number, perhaps that was the curse they were forced to bear for their natural starting point to be so close to the end. Eventually they were all faced with the end deciding wether or not to jump in hopes of something better or if they should make an effort to stay in the world they were born into and fight that which they feared.
Ruby was still very young, still wrapping her little mind about the lie the older ones had told her of. In typical action the day, of course, was sunny with rays piercing through the shiny green leaves, the music of her heart pounding in her chest. To her there was officially nothing left to fear, “The nightmare is vanquished!” Was something she found herself saying quite often that day. The world was ahead, and shadows now appeared minuscule. Nature hugged at her, becoming open and free, everything now carried such a lightness to it, even her feet, though she had them covered, felt as though they pressing lightly against air. Her little phrase was something that she found herself repeating quite often. Her speech reach complexing moments in those days and in reality it was quite a bit much farther from the truth. She greeted with that phrase and she would be quite happy to remind everyone once more as she was saying goodbye. Often while moseying next to her sister as she talked to her friends. And they found her to be amusing enough often replying back to excited statement: “Indeed it has,” and then they would; mess with her hair for a few seconds, she would scrunch her face in disapproval but let the moment pass with nothing more than the look ( that they of course were unaware of, by that point attention had shifted back to the one they were directly tied to.)
Quickly she out grew the phrase and like everything else it faded into a pleasant memory, though the days seemed to be more commonly spaced with clouds and the occasional rainfall but of course in Ruby’s eyes the sky water had a sparkle to it and she wept tears of joy because of it. Everything was so very hopeful, yet only as the years moved through time she began to calm about the subject but the energy never left her fully more so it became settled and had no need to constantly burst out for she always knew her feelings.
Many years passed and she often strolled through her home, the trees providing plenty of shade, well not that she cared because there is a chance there never were trees in the first place and they were only something that was reflected in herself, her heart was heavy, her feet crashing down with tremendous weight. The question weighing down on her seemed to be giving the weight. Ruby just kept moving with little reason of why, her blood pushed on through, each beat a reminder that she was indeed alive. This time was very different, this feeling was not a consistent occurrence to be an interruption. Her sister had left earlier as she did often for training to fight something that Ruby was told when younger was not a threat.
Often when she thought of the past her own voice was shrilly recalled, “The nightmare is vanquished!” Only now it was rained upon, it was repeated to herself again and again, each time the drops became more weighted and aggressive, “It was a lie…. “ yet ever heavier, a thunder now roared in her mind, “A dirty one at that.” It was never vanquished to begin with.
She ran faster. Her fists clenched with her nails digging into her palms …. Looking forward to any light ahead. Certainly she was close to the edge, but the question remained what she was planning on doing once there. Then promptly her inner voice responded while she thanked any gods that could have existed that it was her voice that had matured to that point of her life. “You’ll see when you get there.” She moved along. The larger trees melted away and all protection from the sun was pulled away. It was at this moment that she remembered the clouds formed sporadically and even then compared to the further past the rain was non existent, perhaps it was a pull of freedom with her frontal vision no longer being obscured by the thick leaves.
A few minutes blurred by, the weight in her step was getting lighter by the second her shirt was being pressed against her skin with wind developing from her speed. At reflection there was certainly a reason beyond the disappearance of that which bit at her claustrophobia . “Why do they lie to us?” She screamed ahead, at that very moment the edge of the world became visible and again she screamed as loud as she physically could while her throat felt as though knives had rushed over it. There was such a burst of speed that the wind hit her with the strength of a wall. Her feet no longer even grazed the grass beneath her boots, she was like a strongly shot arrow, fast without the certainty of how she was going to stop, two seconds and she was so close to where she wanted, The deathly speed was making her heart race more. The weights of her thoughts were lifted, the clouds dissipated and the sun shone in her face and she covered her silver eyes, slowing to a grinding halt. She could feel her feet come beneath her once more, grazing the tips of each blade of grass. Her heart slowed to a more calm speed, after all she had reached the end of the world or more accurately: hers.
Stray rose petals still flew ahead at the speed previously reached, and she attempted a step forward with her own two feet only in an instant they moved in unnatural ways beneath her torso and she found herself kissing the ground. “I’ve always wanted to see you do that,” Someone said beside her left.
She turned her view, body still spread out, the weight in her feet had become displaced in her arms, legs and neck. Her ribcage pressed against the ground with each exhausted breath, “What are you doing out here?” The boy glanced over at her , his red eyes similar to that as pools of blood slowly spun with strings of gold getting caught around the edge , they were not eyes that she knew carefully enough, she only knew two sets, those being her sister’s (though they rapidly faded with time) and her father’s (again time was not at all kind to her in that regard.)
Fur brushed against her hand, feeling hot and twitchy. Whatever the creature was, it nuzzled its nose against her arm and without too much thought she found the ears that stuck up and rubbed them just as it drew blood from one of her fingers.“You may not want comfort that…” He grabbed at her shoulders and pulled her away. “Here, take this one instead.” She conformed without question and instead drew her attention to the new creature even though she was very careful not allow the blood from her finger to even touch the creature’s sun colored fur. It snuggled closely, “Oh my… he’s really taken a liking to you…”
“And what does he think of you?” Ruby asked, turning herself to be facing the edge of the world. The air was rich with mist. He ignored her inquiry, “Now this one: much less so, “ he carried it close to the end and held it by the skin on the back of its neck, it reached at him with tiny claws, “Nightmares have never tasted your blood before have they?” He looked back at her. And then he made no effort to hide a heartfelt laugh, “What a incredibly dumb question from me to you! Jord Morindal, a humble man and nightmare killer….” He opened up his arms and spread them both out wider, the black creature still firmly in his grasp. It’s eyes pulsing with an uneasy feel. “No no that is a very dull question for our dear Ruby, proclaimer for many, many years that the Nightmares were defeated. And yet today,” he continued as Ruby found her cheeks growing cold with shame. The little creature squirmed and turned its small head toward him and then Ruby as if ever so slowly calculating how it was to escape from grip. “She has made that realization of, wait the Nightmares do exist. And here, sweet heart is the representation of that anger and sadness and….” He paused losing sight of surely a very effective word to get his point across , “Whatever else that may have fed him, damn that is not a very striking close…”
Ruby smiled faintly, the golden creature snuggled even closer to her breast sound asleep, while the other lost the glint of wickedness and became paralyzed, “I can assure you that this one can pose no threat to you while such happiness gleams in your eyes, but just for a matter of safety….” And it dropped at the end and Jord (as she felt a sudden compulsion to at least try to remember the name he claimed) sat back down right next her as if he had never left.
“I remember you in your younger years, though I doubt you can say the same for me.” The rabbit squirmed out of Ruby’s grasps, “I’m sorry…. I’ve really never been much for remembering-“ and it jumped back to the other as if it had been waiting for the correct moment to move. “Really we are talking now, the rest before this doesn’t matter.
He caught it mid hop, he smiled at her and then allowed the creature to snuggle closely, “Then what are you doing here? On the edge of the world.” She stretched her arms out far, the mist from below flooded her nose with the scent of rain though there was not a cloud in sight to follow through with her preconception of what should have been seen while in that very spot. She glanced over at him while the wind brush through his hair. It seemed to very much impossible to remember her grief in the way of how her memories normally were tainted with the effects of her feelings. Now she could only view this moment of time how it literally was with no emotion tied to it.
“I often come here to think. Everything is put into perspective when you can see the end so close your own beginning. Anyone can see this place though many choose not to because the end frightens them. I was always fascinated by that thought process. Everything has an end and yet there are those who think that completely ignoring this place means that it does not exist. Did… did you come here to die?”
Although the initial prospect seemed absurd, the thought grew in her mind, she couldn’t recall exactly what she was hoping to accomplish with running so far away, her mind flooded with many ideas, none of them exactly coherent. “I don’t think so…” Ruby’s hands went cold and a darkness loomed over her, “No… no… that’s odd of you to ask ,” she attempted to only focus on….. what was it again?
“That’s certainly a relief, you have no idea how many people I’ve seen jump over the years,” Ruby’s ears felt curiosity press at her, and he responded, pleased with himself. “Just two if I’m honest, they were probably around your age, originally I would follow them being chased by these…. things… “ He appeared to be quite distant for a moment, the rabbit jumped out of his hands and he immediately pulled it back, he pushed the speed of his speech out further at a greater speed,” which is why I began to just sit here most days pretty soon I was able to hold a sort of counter to what scared them the most.” He ran his fingers through the golden fur, and his skin turned out to almost be reflective.
“Truly I don’t think I can ever understand why people don’t just tell their children the truth from the get go, “ He breathed in a sorry breath, “Because everyone thinks it would be smarter to just wait and tell them the truth when they are older then they panic and jump to the end far too quickly. I just knew that this would ultimately be hard for you so I just ended up waiting out the last few days for you to appear here, and I just went ahead and assumed what would happen to you.
“I don’t think I would have gone ahead and done something like that,” she started quietly and a second time louder. She watched the creature fumble once more…. “I just had to get away from all of it…. My sister was leaving yet again and that was when they found it necessary to bring about the truth and… and people had come to expect me to be the overly positive so I couldn’t bring myself to break such a perception so I ran.”
“Well… you did it congratulations…” The rabbit jumped away from him once more…
“Why does he keep doing that?” She reached out to it as he hopped farther away.
“She’s sick of the constant emotional influx.” Jord mumbled, “I think when you leave she should come back .” He stood with his back to her and then turned again. “You aren’t going to lose any time soon, I can tell that you’re strong. “ She went over to the edge and looked straight down. The mist in fact, seemed to be flowing upwards towards their faces, honestly it was not at all how she imagined such a thing to be. There was a light cloud seemingly under the world puffing out along the seams. As if cotton had been crammed beneath the world but then she had to wonder what was pressing it all out on the other end.
“If the nightmare isn’t vanquished,” she glanced at him, “Then I’ll have to do it myself.” She reached out toward the sun, A great many birds flew toward the light and they became many silhouettes. “I’m going to kill every aspect of them that will ever exist.” Ruby took a deep breath, ”I don’t want to just live in fear of them.” She stood triumphantly for herself.
Jord laughed for a second then managed to pull himself out of his own amusement, “I don’t know what to make of you,” he turned to her, the gold strands still swimming in the blood red iris. “If you were a normal girl such an idea would lead you to jump right here and right now, your only thought would be that possibly whatever is beyond is better than what ever is in this realm. No, you are fascinating… but how serious are you?” He knew it was an odd question, he rolled his eyes. ”Sorry darling, I just had no idea how soon this day would come,” his face began to sting suddenly and he rolled away from the impact of her hand hitting his face
“Don’t ever call me that.” Ruby growled, she shook her hands around to numb the stinging feeling for herself against the breeze. “Sorry,” It was always a habit for her to act that way, doing something then immediately in the course of three additional seconds discovering a potential error in her actions. This was always particularly evident with her interactions with strangers and again his name escaped her. Even then she heard his calm voice one last time for quite awhile, “Just come back when you think you’re ready.”
Upon that her memory of that time faded, she could remember running once more back to her place of origin. Ruby’s return did bring her to change some things that she found herself doing, the biggest of which was an increased effort to look at the eyes of those around her. There were many colors to be seen, greens and blues; purples and oranges, but never again the bloody gold. Even as the years of early teens went by the experience between the two of them was unnaturally hammered into her mind even as others faded with time.
Her sister came and went repeatedly, each year growing in experience and beauty (something that Ruby felt to be ever slightly infuriating, as she seemed to be largely unchanged despite the truth of her features thinning out. Her true figure being chiseled at with time. She developed at the pace of any other even while taking a great deal of time to train herself often times it was through the night when creatures were at their most pronounced… The howling of some nights made her uneasy yet on those times she found it simpler to breath and shove out any outside noise with her own for several hours.
Time went on, she watched young ones learn the truth, some of them never returned from such a discovery and while the curiosity of the man she had met and his realism was always on her mind she pressed through it. Her uncle was the one that housed her. She found herself to be grateful though a little lonesome at times, with the walls being the only thing she could bounce her ideas off of, very literally at times. Her life began to resemble only self imposed training, day in and day out, each one fetching slight improvement.
She started with a single blade and then progressed to two her with movements becoming quicker and more precise. There were those that took notice of her as her skill made her exceptionally good at carving away at trees with little to no thought put in beforehand… she only wished to push herself until it became a reality. On occasion she would vary the speeds, angles and her own stances to further herself, her memory would not paint over the time in any way. It was as reality presented, sometimes sunny sometimes rainy and sometimes she couldn’t be bothered to remember.
For some reasons beyond her direct understanding she found herself to be moving further out into the outer world until she was certain that she was heading to the end. Was a twist of fate or more her own personal calling back to the end or very possibly a new beginning. The name of him, as she had begun calling him as his name now completely faded from her mind. The only thing that ever stuck with her was the bloody eyes with tails of gold.
“I’ll be honest,” a faintly remembered voice said calmly, “when you told me that you were serious about fighting those creatures,” I had my doubts… even when I said I didn’t….” Ruby spun around, her crudely constructed blades slicing at the voice behind, “Dear god!” She was caught by the wrist before being able to cut skin. He was breathing hard,”Is this how you say hi to an old friend?” He let go of her arm and she pulled back.
“You’re real?” Was all she could muster into words and then she sliced at his hands once more ,”I just started assuming I was having some divine intervention. Do you have any idea how bad I wanted to join those who left…. But I just had to keep focused…” Her voice became short and weak. “Not on the wonders that are surely on the other side but on this ,” she waved around the blade, her eyes reflected in seconds where she could see herself in her work, “Not at all the fact that my sister is around so infrequently and my family is always away doing who knows what.” She took a breath, her heart was being dragged down by weights of hopelessness, “Oh my god…” her arms and legs gave away to gravity, and she found herself on the ground with hardly any energy to move, “Have they jumped without me?”
The weather was rapidly getting darker, clouds forming relentlessly and growing into a grey mass. The weight in her movement returned rapidly and it became harder to move forward. “Ruby you really need to be focusing on the better parts right now… “ Despite being told this, her will to move had dwindled drastically, all Jord could find himself doing was silently observing much like as he always did in times past.
Her skin had lost all the tone of life and instead was drained into the snowy grey many had grown to fear. “You’re so close, “ the sun was still shining to him, he still possessed some amount of hope within himself. He picked her up and ran ever closer to the edge. Though perhaps all of his past doubt was washing over him, he did find some amount of irony in the the idea that something he had spent so long merely peering over to what his fate was to be, to jump, to end his time in the world he was part of at the moment, to begin anew in a world where so many had the same dream to find something better and to stop.
Again things were blurring by, the call of the end becoming continuously more intriguing. He was far from sure of the implications, it had never called him like this before. It was again only moments that were felt despite surely running for much longer it only held feeling of about a minute, possibly less, if only it were easier to actually be totally sure, the mind always seemed to have a certain pull toward the place, neither one of them could accurately discover within themselves why they would have such a strong call for that very place. Did it really matter. Ruby found the voice in her head to be saying this quite often, sometimes it was more quiet than other times, it seemed that every third one was louder, they were all equal in shrillness but something made them appear more loud and painful as the words continuously pounded on her ear drum.
She could feel behind her the breath of the creatures hitting the back of her neck, they seemed to be getting less tired as they moved, her thoughts completely overtaking her, the world completely washed out in a semblance of grey. She looked forward in his arms longing to fall. The quick rush, the mist flying into her face were things that sounded so calming while running to the End and with final thought of it’s name leaving her mind she felt her legs tap the edge of the grass, little speckles of soil drifted away and then fell into the water below. The color came back so slightly around the edges, each in the form of different water droplets, her hand gradually reached out, it was calling out, in a sweet voice that was so very delicate to the ears, it was very much like a hush to the spirits behind her, it wasn’t like this before of that she was certain, even with her thoughts being immensely clouded from darker things it made her calm.
Droplets of color hit her face and there were moments when things were clear, the darkness was rapidly pulling away as if it were never being crushed from her perception of the darkness. And then, she fell off into the sea of color, a blur of a rainbow and then the darkness faded into the past, and she moved down far forward into the end… Until that is, her face hit a coldness that was still remarkably soft…. Light returned, Maybe they were right. It was all in her mindset.
The sun poured through the windows of a home on a hill. Through a small chimney, smoke wafted out out into the open clean air of the world. It was a very peaceful time indeed. The wind took breaths but it never became too much to bear, and that my friend is why I believe the man that resided there, it reflected the beat of his heart; calmness and peaceful. On this particular morning his chest beat in a sound happy rhythm, he ground up his coffee beans and his own brew, soon after a few delicate sips (you see, he possessed a heat sensitive tongue, so this was a very normal ritual) he strolled along past all of his gizmo’s and gadgets that were sprawled along the floor and made his way out onto his porch. He sat down watched the sun, while two winged creatures wrestle using the sun as a spotlight for their movements, each move was prideful yet never felt as though it lacked a level of grace, they were playing to the beat of their hearts and it made the man wonder if he could possibly one day find the right tune that they were using. The light gleamed off their green and red scales respectively though from his distance it was only a shimmer to the man’s misty blue eyes.
Then through another sip he became sure that the idea he had just had was somewhat crazy, yet still it was nonetheless entertaining to him and at that very moment of total peace, it was all that mattered. Soon however as his senses further awoke, it became apparent that there had been a hard rainfall the night prior. The air had that pure taste that he was quite fond of. Though upon further inspection of his surroundings, as he took in the peace he noticed a slight disturbance amongst the flowers planted along his windows. A pink tulip seemed to posses a sudden tilt downward as there was a gain in the weight on the west most of petals.
He found his curiosity to be getting the best of him, he put his hand gently below the petals, in an effort to catch whatever could be inside. Without a second to pass by, the smallest feet he had ever laid eyes on graced his vision. Putting his hand close enough to the feet in order to give them a standing point, the being fell forward, not bracing itself for the impact and falling into his gasp following the light pressure of a metal object hitting his hands. Little bolts and screws popped out of the the device . The transparent wings glistened with droplets of water, they had small inscriptions on them. He found them to be illegible. Though could not deny the beauty of the design. They were a fairy’s wings. He took a breath to move back indoors, his hands trembling until he was able to place the being soundly onto his desk.
He went to grab the smallest of cloths he could find and put it over the creatures body, all in an effort to keep it warm. Then he set to work to make a bed, after all the guest should be comfortable. In that time he quietly sang to himself as he carved the the wood into the ideal shapes needed for his project. Time flew by, before he knew it, night had fallen. He picked up the fairy and put the newly crafted bed. The fairy stirred in her sleep, some part of her knew she a different place, yet she was not fearful. The only thing he could notice was her willingness to get even more comfortable.
It peaked the man’s interest, so he took some time for himself to do his research. He pulled out a thick book, the pages feeling rough and grainy. It possessed a great many drawings of creatures he had never had the luck of seeing in person. The drawing never stained any pages that they were not a part of. He took a breath, trying his hardest to contain his excitement. For the very first time, he had his own part of history to write out. That little fairy was unlike any other that he had seen. The little clothing she wore looked as though it were from another time. It was not a typical dress or other garment that his eyes had been able to process before… To him it was obscure and unnatural. The other drawings sported a different degree of dresses. Some were short and others long and quite the opposite.
Now to you or me, this clothing is far closer to the realm of familiarity: It was blue cloth wrapped around her lower half. Now he studied it in comparison to what he had given her. It was just a dress, one with colors of roses. Pink red and white… She certainly looked quite pretty in what he had given her but still… there was a feeling tugging at his heart strings, her hand was reaching for her own items even in her half dazed sleep. Her wild brown hair, seemed to take up the consistency of a pillow all on its own as her head rested.
In the following hours the man watched her and continued his drawing to document the occasion for the research of others. He had no inherent drawing talent, never practicing much beyond when his worked called for it. It was all in the pen, as it glided across the paper, the image became more and more coherent, sculpting out her face and finer curves, in the first picture her eyes were closed due to her current resting state. Then in some of the later hours he found himself wanting rest as well. He did. Though in a short sliver of time, The little creature was up and about on her own became instantly fascinated with the man eye lids. She quickly curled herself up near his nose and waited… She wasn’t sure what for but it was compelling to her none the less. She liked the new dress that was now in her possession, it felt silky to her skin, likely placed into the laughing tears of a scaly bird ….
The little thing pulled out her note pad from her older set of clothes that had been cleaned with the scent of strawberries. She found herself needing to climb over the many small contraptions. She had no fear of waking the man as her feet were far too small to even register against his ears. She went over to the large piece of parchment and saw the drawing’s head off to the right of her. She stood firm with her hands on her hips and looked in the direction of the ink. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her hands against her eyelids ever so delicately, then returned her gaze to the picture, a warm glow from the candle beside her gave her warmth. The white wax was dripping into a small pool in the side of the paper, though it had been occurring so slowly that it was still connected to the candle stick holder in a line that was rough around the edges.
Oh yes.. she remembered what her original intent was… she looked down at the parchment once more as her dress was molded to her body and felt so soft once again. The tears of the laughing scaly bird , of course! She jumped to her own exciting discovery, She wrote down, “The Hum can make the big birds laugh?. Then next she drew herself as if she were pondering all of the questions of the world and the sky held all the answers… (She was unsure if he would understand the last bit so she added a happy cloud above her and then also added a happy sun in the corner for good measure.)
And then because she could again, there was a smiling flower towering above her… She was getting a little carried away.. yet she kept going, soon there was grass that was happy as well and a little dewdrop also happy of course… then she fell asleep.. her wings sprawled out on each side. Then when she came to in the early rise of the bright light, she moved back into her sleeping arrangements. The paper was left to be the discovery of the other wether intentional or not.
The man woke up gently.. got his drink in his normal routine and headed back to his desk…. He saw the drawing, with all the happy things.. ”Likes happy things he wrote as a little aside Then he noticed the original drawing cluttered in the center, the one where she looked to be pondering something . He could not quite make out the words… Does not Focus well Was all he could think to write though he swiftly added something else In a cute way though He then connected her paper of smiles to his own with an arrow drawn toward it…. That was all that happened that day. The man went out on his porch again, this time with her tiny contraption in hand and placed it at a good angle to capture the look if the creatures in front of his home as they play fought into the beams of sunlight. He could see the crystal on the top of the device glistening. He left it there in hope the little thing may way at a reasonable time wake once more and see it right there waiting for her. Perhaps he would get lucky and get to see her use it.
Even if she never took the opportunity , it was just the right thing to do. Now maybe that sounds cliche,,, but there was no reason not to do such things. There she was still sleeping, and she was excellent at making no noise. He was certain of that. Most of the fairy types were like that. He quietly returned to his work to take notes on her but kept getting distracted by the note from her. Perhaps there was more to it than he originally perceived. Through the scribbles, he was finally able to make out her question of his relationship with “The big birds.” He took a deep breath, and the paper flickered a bit as the breath passed by.
He tried hard to remember the exact reason he had found those tears of laughter… Then by each second it came back, like a picture coming into focus, at first there was a film a whiteness then as he relaxed his mind things became far more clear. The two beasts, though they do get along well in the current time, went through a rough time w. here neither one could find the will to be near each other and seeing that the beasts have only a direct interest in speaking with him. It was probably due to the location being close to their point of origin but simultaneously there was a doubt of that being the case… perhaps it was only out of self-imposed importance that the man felt this way but still it made for a much better story…
He told it like this, with short, snappy sentences calm tones, he wasn’t so sure if she would even fully understand what he had to say, but the story had something she wanted to know placed deep within it. Perhaps it would be better to cut to the chase, the paper she had used was already short on space. He found himself scrapping the idea ”Sometimes laughter is the best medicine.” Was the answer vague? Yes it was but going into the specifics could be borderline exhausting for him. The reason made little sense even now; merely the creature had been fighting, and it just so happened that also the way the man had tried to humor the beast had worked a little too well.. Most of his clothing had become soaked with those tears, making it softer than ever but his skin was more sensitive than he had previously thought. So he found himself not wanting to wear the pieces, even still he crafted other items with the liquid on them. It was in a hope that they would actually find some level of use one day. Today seemed to be that time.
If he was going to go to sleep again there was a chance she could wake once more to lengthen his understanding… Maybe he could learn more about her if he was to ask. Could that work? He wasn’t sure. So with that question lingering in his head he set to work, putting a syringe within some of the tears and pulling it back up as the liquid pulsed inside. Then he slowly pressed it back down, the tears squirting back down onto some of the small clothing he had constructed.