[SOLO] On The Topic of Turtles [ Where the Sun Sleeps ]
Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2021 7:19 pm
[imgleft]https://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/imag ... ilence.gif[/imgleft]The world was at last beginning to thaw itself from the chilled hold that was Leaf-Bare. Icicles wept for their losses from high up in the trees, their tears forming ripples in the puddles below. The snow was near melted, making a mess of just about everything. The sun was still weak and watery but still he grew, stronger and brighter every day. The world was no longer grey and black, but brown and green. New-Leaf was finally edging its way in, much to the pleasure of a particular pink doe.
Where the Sun Sleeps awoke from her slumber in the well worn nest that had once been her mother's, shook the damp from her fur and smiled at the still-waking sun. Now that the ground was softening, she would replenish her stores of fruits and nuts, berries and grasses. She would tidy up the clearing from fallen sticks and debris from the winter storms she had weathered. She would do her best to mend Persimmon's now empty nest. All in due time, she thought. For now, she would enjoy the sun while it lasted.
Set walked on blue hooves down to the water's edge, where the river lapped at the stony shore before drifting forever southward, towards the sea after which she was named. She settled herself on the large sunning rock where, many years ago, her mother and father had shared their first visit. Alone she gazed off, looking up-stream to where the river bends, running from the mountains her father told her stories of. The sun dried her fur while she sat in silence, remembering when this home of hers was never quiet, never lonely.
Set's train of thought was interrupted by a quiet splash and she turned to see what had made it. A fish, perhaps, she thought and remembered a line from a story her father had told her. "Fish are only there once you see them in the light." She murmured to herself as her blue eyes spotted the sound-maker. "Oh. Hello." She spoke softly to the turtle who had pulled herself from the river. "Come to enjoy the sun? You may join me, if you wish." She smiled a bit sadly when she realized this was the first conversation she has had since Leaf-Bare had settled in. The turtle settled herself a few rocks over, lifting her head to the sun. "Are you traveling alone?" She asked, to which the turtle blinked slowly. Set blinked back and sighed, turning her face back to the sun, "It's alight. I'm alone too. Maybe we could be alone together for a bit? That would be nice." And it would be nice, to have someone to talk to, to have someone make a sound, any sound would do. This place was far too quiet. And quiet again this place would be, once the turtle went on her way. But Where the Sun Sleeps would not think of that. No. Not now. For now, she would enjoy her company while it lasted.
Where the Sun Sleeps awoke from her slumber in the well worn nest that had once been her mother's, shook the damp from her fur and smiled at the still-waking sun. Now that the ground was softening, she would replenish her stores of fruits and nuts, berries and grasses. She would tidy up the clearing from fallen sticks and debris from the winter storms she had weathered. She would do her best to mend Persimmon's now empty nest. All in due time, she thought. For now, she would enjoy the sun while it lasted.
Set walked on blue hooves down to the water's edge, where the river lapped at the stony shore before drifting forever southward, towards the sea after which she was named. She settled herself on the large sunning rock where, many years ago, her mother and father had shared their first visit. Alone she gazed off, looking up-stream to where the river bends, running from the mountains her father told her stories of. The sun dried her fur while she sat in silence, remembering when this home of hers was never quiet, never lonely.
Set's train of thought was interrupted by a quiet splash and she turned to see what had made it. A fish, perhaps, she thought and remembered a line from a story her father had told her. "Fish are only there once you see them in the light." She murmured to herself as her blue eyes spotted the sound-maker. "Oh. Hello." She spoke softly to the turtle who had pulled herself from the river. "Come to enjoy the sun? You may join me, if you wish." She smiled a bit sadly when she realized this was the first conversation she has had since Leaf-Bare had settled in. The turtle settled herself a few rocks over, lifting her head to the sun. "Are you traveling alone?" She asked, to which the turtle blinked slowly. Set blinked back and sighed, turning her face back to the sun, "It's alight. I'm alone too. Maybe we could be alone together for a bit? That would be nice." And it would be nice, to have someone to talk to, to have someone make a sound, any sound would do. This place was far too quiet. And quiet again this place would be, once the turtle went on her way. But Where the Sun Sleeps would not think of that. No. Not now. For now, she would enjoy her company while it lasted.