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03-16-2017, 08:16 AM
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That her father does not know why the forest is red does not particularly bother her. Though, as a small child, she might have kept inquiring as to why, the growing doe has slowly come to understand that there are many things that no one knows, and that, also, it was somewhat rude to expect others to know all the answers to wished to hear. Sometimes, Maude had woefully begun to accept, you simply had to carry on not knowing. Maybe it would make finally finding out why that much better… she consoles herself. Besides, why did it matter? It was just regular water, and it was pretty, and serene, and it wasn’t as if the purpose of its coloration would change those facts. The child does not think of blood when she gazed into the depths of the rippling pool, like many who had seen suffering might; instead, she sees the rubies, sparkling in the sun which pierces from above, and the shimmering dance of those golden beams moving through the waterfall fed waters. Trailing her legs through it, enjoying the sensation of it ebbing and rippling about her ankles, the doll looks up towards her father with a smile that creases lines into her ginger muzzle when he asks her if she was excited about her birthday. “Oh, yes!” she exclaims, just sure that it would be the best day ever, even though she had never had a birthday before (that she really remembered, anyway), “what are birthdays even like?” |
@Tilney
Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
