Awakening (Zephyros, G)
Happy Halloween everyone! What I come bearing is all but season-appropriate, though.
Title: Awakening
Character: Zephyros
Word count: 333 (seems fitting, it's like half a Halloween story)
Rating: G
100moods prompt: 77. Productive (My table)
Summary: He changes to the sound of the years.
Zephyros likes being caught in the maelstrom of earth's seasons. It is a change to set your life to - steady, reliable, like breathing, like a heartbeat. It brings him to the core of what it means to be alive even if he isn't, really. It's different for him and he knows, but he shares in what humans think is life. He, too, changes to the sound of the years and the sun and the stars.
Winter on earth is skidding to a stop. The ice has already cracked and the snow has melted into the ground, heating up, nourishing to life a new generation of sleeping seeds.
He leaves his cave early in the morning. The sun is still weak, stretching and yawning in the east. Its rays tentatively explore the leftovers of winter - dark, stark trees like razors in a still-dry earth; waters gaining slowly increasing momentum under thinning layers of ice; people blinking in the early morn with new light in their eyes.
He flings himself off the rock with ease. Despite the roiling of his stomach as he flies he has done this a thousand times and will do it a thousand times more. Even with his eyes closed he would know what the awakening land under him would look like, but today he looks - spies eagerly for the tell-tale signs of early, delicate-looking but hard-souled flowers that can withstand a late frost or of the first, still firmly closed buds that soften the knife-like look of tree branches. It is still beautiful after the thousandth time.
He swoops down, stirs hardy grass, joins forces with the sun (rolling its muscles in the east, ready to dispel the last fogs of frost) and feels his blood running hotter. The soft whisper of his presence softens the earth as brave, fragile, burgeoning life pushes at it from beneath.
Yes, he changes to the sound of the years, but then too the years change to the sound of him.
Title: Awakening
Character: Zephyros
Word count: 333 (seems fitting, it's like half a Halloween story)
Rating: G
100moods prompt: 77. Productive (My table)
Summary: He changes to the sound of the years.
Zephyros likes being caught in the maelstrom of earth's seasons. It is a change to set your life to - steady, reliable, like breathing, like a heartbeat. It brings him to the core of what it means to be alive even if he isn't, really. It's different for him and he knows, but he shares in what humans think is life. He, too, changes to the sound of the years and the sun and the stars.
Winter on earth is skidding to a stop. The ice has already cracked and the snow has melted into the ground, heating up, nourishing to life a new generation of sleeping seeds.
He leaves his cave early in the morning. The sun is still weak, stretching and yawning in the east. Its rays tentatively explore the leftovers of winter - dark, stark trees like razors in a still-dry earth; waters gaining slowly increasing momentum under thinning layers of ice; people blinking in the early morn with new light in their eyes.
He flings himself off the rock with ease. Despite the roiling of his stomach as he flies he has done this a thousand times and will do it a thousand times more. Even with his eyes closed he would know what the awakening land under him would look like, but today he looks - spies eagerly for the tell-tale signs of early, delicate-looking but hard-souled flowers that can withstand a late frost or of the first, still firmly closed buds that soften the knife-like look of tree branches. It is still beautiful after the thousandth time.
He swoops down, stirs hardy grass, joins forces with the sun (rolling its muscles in the east, ready to dispel the last fogs of frost) and feels his blood running hotter. The soft whisper of his presence softens the earth as brave, fragile, burgeoning life pushes at it from beneath.
Yes, he changes to the sound of the years, but then too the years change to the sound of him.