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12-25-2013, 12:41 PM
The Meadow was but a stones toss from the Throat, and as my voice was gone in the air to allow me time to grieve with the ability of sight, I figured that moving out of the herd land would be an intelligent idea. The colours were bright, the vivid hues of the night as one star illuminated the lands with a creme glow. The crisp air was wafting around my limbs, giving me a bit more pep than I have had in the past few days of this travel. But, the main reason I had been heading this way was that I could feel a different type of vibration the closer I got to the Meadow. I had planned on going back towards the threshold, to see if I could catch a glimpse of another hawk - to figure out if there was actually a wall around the border or not. Alas, as I went to skirt around the edge of the Meadow I could feel something, very vaguely, but something. And so, I headed in. What I saw next seemed to be some sort of miracle. The creatures were surrounding the tree, each and every one of them trying to wrap the trunk with breads of silver and gold. Some were hanging delicate shapes of pine cones and objects painted in a brilliance of colours. And then there was the phoenix. It burned such a vibrant orange fire that cast shadows around the tree from all of the animals. It was awe-inspiring. It was gorgeous, but alas I could not vocalize these words. One gentle twist of my head as I glanced back to the glowing marking situated upon my haunch and a brush of my nose. My hawk would have enjoyed this, the meeting of all of the animals, getting to fly around and tease them as he had done to I. Quickly, I shook my head, forcing the tears away that were blurring my vision at this point in time. I could feel my body tensing as some of the salty liquid slid down my cheeks. Perhaps... just perhaps I don't need to travel all the way to the Threshold, perhaps I'll stop here, rest fro a while, and bask in the beauty of the tree.  |
