♚ {43rd}
[Voice Post]
((Click.))
((And, immediately, there is a great sound of the trees letting fall their dry rain, a rushing sound, the sound of hundreds and thousands of leaves of every shape and color and species, falling. And, in the midst of it, the sound of a pair of very small feet in very small red shoes sloshing their way through this ocean of leaflitter. When she speaks, she has to fairly shout over all this rattling, rushing, brushing, crunching noise:))
Uuu! So many leaves! Lots and lots and lots of leaves, uuu! Today is like all of fall, uuu, all at once, and over and over! Lots and lots of leaves, uuu. Red ones and yellow ones and orange ones and Maria has even found some leaves that are almost purple, uuu! Maria wonders if there are pink leaves too, uuu. Maria knows lots and lots of pink flowersin the springtime, but, uuu, can there be pink leaves in the fall too?
Maria has picked up many, many, many leaves, uuu! Maria found one pretty leaf and then another and then another and then another, uuu! Maria will have to do things with them. Maria will make leaf bouquets and leaf crowns and leaf pictures and write things on leaves and--ah!
((Idea!))
Maria wonders if maybe she can uses leaves for magic too, uuu. Maria has never heard of any witches who like leaves, uuu. Maria knows about witches who like flowers and water and lots of other things, uuu, but Maria has never heard of a witch who likes pretty leaves.
((A small giggle: kihihihi~))
Maria thinks that the trees are a little magic today, uuu. Every time a leaf falls off, another leaf grows back, uuu. Maria has watched. Maria has seen how a leaf grows over a whole year, but it wasn't really a whole year, uuu. The leaf grew very, very fast, uuu, and then it fell, and then another one grew, uuu. Maria thinks it is like watching something that has been speeded up, uuu, or like time has been speeded up, uuu. But the trees aren't getting any bigger, uuu, and trees get bigger every year. So that means, maybe, it's not like time has been speeded up, uuu.
((She turns grave and deathly serious.))
But maybe, maybe Maria thinks it is like time is in a loop, uuu. For the trees, Maria means, uuu. The trees are doing the same thing over and over but nothing is changing, uuu. The same thing is happening over and over and over, uuu.
Maria thinks it is very, very possible, uuu.
((She brightens and softens a little.))
But Maria thinks it is very pretty too, uuu.
((And then to glee:))
Maria is going to jump in the leaves and roll in the leaves and hide in the leaves and then go home and make lots and lots and lots of things with her prettiest leaves, uuu!
((Those dry splashing footfalls speed up: she's running now, kicking her way through massive piles of leaves, sending them flying and letting them fall again--the joys of autumn in childhood. It's a good thing that, on the way, she has the presence of mind to turn off the Network device, which is almost a mercy over that rustling cacophony of Symphony for Autumn Leaves No. 9, as the recording is plunged into sudden silence with a soft--))
((Click.))
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: I'm 29 and I still love kicking leaves around and stomping in leaf piles, okay? Okay. Maria's going to be making leaf stained glass, I just know it (two sheets of waxed paper, some pretty leaves, and a hot clothing iron: done).]
((Click.))
((And, immediately, there is a great sound of the trees letting fall their dry rain, a rushing sound, the sound of hundreds and thousands of leaves of every shape and color and species, falling. And, in the midst of it, the sound of a pair of very small feet in very small red shoes sloshing their way through this ocean of leaflitter. When she speaks, she has to fairly shout over all this rattling, rushing, brushing, crunching noise:))
Uuu! So many leaves! Lots and lots and lots of leaves, uuu! Today is like all of fall, uuu, all at once, and over and over! Lots and lots of leaves, uuu. Red ones and yellow ones and orange ones and Maria has even found some leaves that are almost purple, uuu! Maria wonders if there are pink leaves too, uuu. Maria knows lots and lots of pink flowersin the springtime, but, uuu, can there be pink leaves in the fall too?
Maria has picked up many, many, many leaves, uuu! Maria found one pretty leaf and then another and then another and then another, uuu! Maria will have to do things with them. Maria will make leaf bouquets and leaf crowns and leaf pictures and write things on leaves and--ah!
((Idea!))
Maria wonders if maybe she can uses leaves for magic too, uuu. Maria has never heard of any witches who like leaves, uuu. Maria knows about witches who like flowers and water and lots of other things, uuu, but Maria has never heard of a witch who likes pretty leaves.
((A small giggle: kihihihi~))
Maria thinks that the trees are a little magic today, uuu. Every time a leaf falls off, another leaf grows back, uuu. Maria has watched. Maria has seen how a leaf grows over a whole year, but it wasn't really a whole year, uuu. The leaf grew very, very fast, uuu, and then it fell, and then another one grew, uuu. Maria thinks it is like watching something that has been speeded up, uuu, or like time has been speeded up, uuu. But the trees aren't getting any bigger, uuu, and trees get bigger every year. So that means, maybe, it's not like time has been speeded up, uuu.
((She turns grave and deathly serious.))
But maybe, maybe Maria thinks it is like time is in a loop, uuu. For the trees, Maria means, uuu. The trees are doing the same thing over and over but nothing is changing, uuu. The same thing is happening over and over and over, uuu.
Maria thinks it is very, very possible, uuu.
((She brightens and softens a little.))
But Maria thinks it is very pretty too, uuu.
((And then to glee:))
Maria is going to jump in the leaves and roll in the leaves and hide in the leaves and then go home and make lots and lots and lots of things with her prettiest leaves, uuu!
((Those dry splashing footfalls speed up: she's running now, kicking her way through massive piles of leaves, sending them flying and letting them fall again--the joys of autumn in childhood. It's a good thing that, on the way, she has the presence of mind to turn off the Network device, which is almost a mercy over that rustling cacophony of Symphony for Autumn Leaves No. 9, as the recording is plunged into sudden silence with a soft--))
((Click.))
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: I'm 29 and I still love kicking leaves around and stomping in leaf piles, okay? Okay. Maria's going to be making leaf stained glass, I just know it (two sheets of waxed paper, some pretty leaves, and a hot clothing iron: done).]