[SOLO: Blessing] Perfectly [ Perfect Vision / Sleepless ]
Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2021 8:50 pm
[imgleft]http://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/image ... uncert.png[/imgleft]Perfect Vision was not like her mother, who looked into the future, and planned for what might come to pass. Perfect Vision instead saw everything that was happening in the moment, perfectly.
And so Perfect Vision did not go to the Mother's Club. Swamp-willing Peep, who had as much a hoof in raising her as a babe as her mother, would not ever know. Perhaps she would be hurt. Perhaps she would understand.
For Perfect Vision had not yet decided - for she did not plan - what she was to do with the children. She had as much maternal instinct, she felt at the moment, as her mother, and that was why she had been half-raised by the Mother's Club. If she had planned ahead, she might not have found herself with get - but for all her mother's prognostication, she had been in her very hooves once.
Perfect Vision had liked the buck. She saw everything in the moment, perfectly.
Perfect Vision had not yet decided what she was to do with the children, and so she would not go to the Mother's Club. Instead, she would find a witch, and ask for blessing.
And whatever the Swamp will, the Swamp would.
[imgright]http://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/image ... uncert.png[/imgright]Perfect Vision found the witch where she had been told she would, in a misty bower, shrouded and lush. She'd brought the carcass of a cave bat, the body eaten to the bone, but the leathery wings well-preserved. She'd heard this was the witch's way, and the witch did exclaim, with much enthusiasm, over the delicate membrane.
"Look - look here! You can really see the fibres…"
She supposed this was the witch's way.
"Health," she said, "and whatever will be."
"Health is always good," the witch said, "and I'll…maybe pad it out a little."
The witch closed her eyes, and then she was told it was done.
Perfect Vision left the bower. She had not yet decided what she was to do with the children, but she would not go to the Mother's Club. She was not her mother, she did not need a Peep (and perhaps she would be hurt, that she did not go). She had not yet decided, but the future splintered in myriad ways, and Perfect Vision did not plan ahead.
Perhaps she might keep them. Perhaps she would.
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And so Perfect Vision did not go to the Mother's Club. Swamp-willing Peep, who had as much a hoof in raising her as a babe as her mother, would not ever know. Perhaps she would be hurt. Perhaps she would understand.
For Perfect Vision had not yet decided - for she did not plan - what she was to do with the children. She had as much maternal instinct, she felt at the moment, as her mother, and that was why she had been half-raised by the Mother's Club. If she had planned ahead, she might not have found herself with get - but for all her mother's prognostication, she had been in her very hooves once.
Perfect Vision had liked the buck. She saw everything in the moment, perfectly.
Perfect Vision had not yet decided what she was to do with the children, and so she would not go to the Mother's Club. Instead, she would find a witch, and ask for blessing.
And whatever the Swamp will, the Swamp would.
[imgright]http://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/image ... uncert.png[/imgright]Perfect Vision found the witch where she had been told she would, in a misty bower, shrouded and lush. She'd brought the carcass of a cave bat, the body eaten to the bone, but the leathery wings well-preserved. She'd heard this was the witch's way, and the witch did exclaim, with much enthusiasm, over the delicate membrane.
"Look - look here! You can really see the fibres…"
She supposed this was the witch's way.
"Health," she said, "and whatever will be."
"Health is always good," the witch said, "and I'll…maybe pad it out a little."
The witch closed her eyes, and then she was told it was done.
Perfect Vision left the bower. She had not yet decided what she was to do with the children, but she would not go to the Mother's Club. She was not her mother, she did not need a Peep (and perhaps she would be hurt, that she did not go). She had not yet decided, but the future splintered in myriad ways, and Perfect Vision did not plan ahead.
Perhaps she might keep them. Perhaps she would.
END