Post by Windfoot on Jan 3, 2007 1:42:04 GMT -5
Ventus turned and regarded Sorcha’Rei for a moment. Finally, he answered quietly, as if discovering the truth as he said it, I do not know. When you brought me to life, I knew only what it felt to be with you. Then after I arrived, I learned what I saw and what you taught me. I hunted with D’ana’no when he let me, and I knew him also. D’ana’no was further from me, but I still had that the feeling…the one that I had with you. I knew that you would both protect and teach me and I wanted to be near you. When you left me it was very hard.
When you were off at the hunt…the one when D’ana’no did not come back…I walked in the forest and I met the other animals. Sometimes I hunted to eat, but sometimes I would just speak to the other animals, and I noticed that they treated me strangely. I knew I was not like them, but I did not know why. That was why I wanted to talk to D’ana’no; I wanted to ask why I was different. Ventus smiled at Sorcha’Rei. I knew you would tell me that I was special, but that was not the answer I wanted. I thought D’ana’no might tell me something more, some...other answer that I was looking for... He trailed off, at a loss for words.
D’ana’no watched and listened; listened not only to the words of the great cat before them, but also to the echoing pulse of the Dream as the words were spoken. There was a great power at work, of that he was sure. Having lived in the Dream for so long, he felt the uniqueness and power of Ventus’ presence profoundly. It was almost as if Ventus were a great heart beating to life before them. The cat felt it too, and was clearly bewildered. Ventus was quivering slightly, filled with excitement and fear. As much as he wanted to help, D’ana’no had no immediate answer, however, and kept silent.
Sorcha reached out and stroked the great cat comfortingly, and he looked up at her with his confusion written in his shifting eyes. “Ventus, you have done great things already. The answers will come.” Even as she looked upon him the scent of living things filled her senses and the echo of song filled her spirit. She closed her eyes, so as to let the song come to her, to hear it more clearly, and as she did, she felt it swell, as if the whole glade were quietly singing a song of life and joy.
Mother, what do you hear?
It was the first time Ventus had used that title for Sorcha’Rei, and her eyes snapped back to him in surprise. Ventus looked a little embarrassed, and she saw him begin to try to retract his comment. Quickly, so as to not let him get the words out, she answered, “It is a birthing song, I think. Listen. The glade is singing.”
But who is being born? Ventus asked, in confusion.
“Sorcha, you may hear the music of the spheres clearer than we do,” D’ana’no said. “it is a unique gift. I feel only a pulse in the ground and in the air.”
In answer, Sorcha quietly sang.
Come, come, great spirit arise
Into the world that needs you
Leaf and branch are alive
Come and be true
Come, come bright spirit true
The call is ringing
The wind and calling you
Follow the singing
Come, come new spirit bright
The time of sleeping is past
Heed the beckoning light
And come, come, at last
Come, come, arise
And come with blessing.
The music was slow, sweet and strong, and Sorcha’s voice held them all enraptured. As she sang, she knew she was not creating, but rather she was merely echoing the song of the place where they stood. This song was being sung by another; she was simply echoing it, and allowing it to become heard. And as she sang, she felt the power of life swelling around them. The greens of the glade, already verdant, filled with colour and light. And as the song swelled around her, she saw D’ana’no’s body infused with white and green light, filled up with vessels of nature’s light for blood. Beside her, she felt Ventus’ eyes upon her, taking it all in, and though he might not understand it, she felt that he was somehow the source; it was he that allowed it all to become. It was Ventus' song.
The song faded, but they all remained silent and under its spell for some time. Finally, D’ana’no opened his eyes and looked about him. To Sorcha, he said, “Thank you.” And then, turning to Ventus, he said, “I think, at last, that I understand. And if you would show the way, I would like to go home.”
When you were off at the hunt…the one when D’ana’no did not come back…I walked in the forest and I met the other animals. Sometimes I hunted to eat, but sometimes I would just speak to the other animals, and I noticed that they treated me strangely. I knew I was not like them, but I did not know why. That was why I wanted to talk to D’ana’no; I wanted to ask why I was different. Ventus smiled at Sorcha’Rei. I knew you would tell me that I was special, but that was not the answer I wanted. I thought D’ana’no might tell me something more, some...other answer that I was looking for... He trailed off, at a loss for words.
D’ana’no watched and listened; listened not only to the words of the great cat before them, but also to the echoing pulse of the Dream as the words were spoken. There was a great power at work, of that he was sure. Having lived in the Dream for so long, he felt the uniqueness and power of Ventus’ presence profoundly. It was almost as if Ventus were a great heart beating to life before them. The cat felt it too, and was clearly bewildered. Ventus was quivering slightly, filled with excitement and fear. As much as he wanted to help, D’ana’no had no immediate answer, however, and kept silent.
Sorcha reached out and stroked the great cat comfortingly, and he looked up at her with his confusion written in his shifting eyes. “Ventus, you have done great things already. The answers will come.” Even as she looked upon him the scent of living things filled her senses and the echo of song filled her spirit. She closed her eyes, so as to let the song come to her, to hear it more clearly, and as she did, she felt it swell, as if the whole glade were quietly singing a song of life and joy.
Mother, what do you hear?
It was the first time Ventus had used that title for Sorcha’Rei, and her eyes snapped back to him in surprise. Ventus looked a little embarrassed, and she saw him begin to try to retract his comment. Quickly, so as to not let him get the words out, she answered, “It is a birthing song, I think. Listen. The glade is singing.”
But who is being born? Ventus asked, in confusion.
“Sorcha, you may hear the music of the spheres clearer than we do,” D’ana’no said. “it is a unique gift. I feel only a pulse in the ground and in the air.”
In answer, Sorcha quietly sang.
Come, come, great spirit arise
Into the world that needs you
Leaf and branch are alive
Come and be true
Come, come bright spirit true
The call is ringing
The wind and calling you
Follow the singing
Come, come new spirit bright
The time of sleeping is past
Heed the beckoning light
And come, come, at last
Come, come, arise
And come with blessing.
The music was slow, sweet and strong, and Sorcha’s voice held them all enraptured. As she sang, she knew she was not creating, but rather she was merely echoing the song of the place where they stood. This song was being sung by another; she was simply echoing it, and allowing it to become heard. And as she sang, she felt the power of life swelling around them. The greens of the glade, already verdant, filled with colour and light. And as the song swelled around her, she saw D’ana’no’s body infused with white and green light, filled up with vessels of nature’s light for blood. Beside her, she felt Ventus’ eyes upon her, taking it all in, and though he might not understand it, she felt that he was somehow the source; it was he that allowed it all to become. It was Ventus' song.
The song faded, but they all remained silent and under its spell for some time. Finally, D’ana’no opened his eyes and looked about him. To Sorcha, he said, “Thank you.” And then, turning to Ventus, he said, “I think, at last, that I understand. And if you would show the way, I would like to go home.”