| ~LONGCAT~ |
02-22-2013 09:14 PM |
llonka: I think I might have gotten carried away a bit with this.
It was nearing spring, it was still cold out and I had dressed in many layers to ward off the nip. Class was still planned and if my clock was right I was running late! Oh my teacher would not be happy if this was the case; I had already been late to his class four times this winter! That damn fox never hibernated.
Still I donned my large brimmed hat and made sure my uniform shoes were snug. I had to hold the hat down as I ran through the fields to meet up with my instructor, he was curled up napping under a budding tree.
"You're late again." he said without even opening an eye, " Still I will let it slide if you can preform today's task flawlessly." He got up and padded over to me, his white paws never toughing the muddy ground. "Winter is almost over and spring will be upon us soon. I myself am weary of all this grey about. Your task today is to bring life to this tree."
I sighed heavily, this was not going to be easy. I was still just learning basic nature spells from the old fox, this was out of my league. I scrunched my face up as I racked my brain trying to remember my older lessons. There was nothing that was going to help me. I couldn't give up though it just required more thinking. Sitting down on the root of the tree I let my mind wander. It traveled out of my own confines and into the tree itself. This tree had many voices I could hear; insects, squirrels, a few Fae; but there was the deep, slow, tenor voice of the tree itself. It was singing to itself, it sang a song I knew, a song of life and energy and sunlight and hope.
I joined in, singing out loud the same words matching in harmony with the tree itself. I could feel the buds as they began to grow larger and began to open, light greens popped up all across the canopy. Smaller reddish buds nestled between the others started growing, these were the beginnings of the flowers. Still I sat with my eyes closed feeling these changes through the tree as if I was one with it. I could feel the old fox nodding happily as the red pedals peeled open revealing glorious flowers. My heart was joyous as I finished the song, I thanked the tree and pulled myself away. Opening my eyes I was able to see exactly what I had helped to accomplish. This tree was thriving on the trail edge of winter, open for all the world to see that spring had arrived.
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