Creative flow.
*The gecko wraps her scaley yet slick body in an olive leaf, wanders off to the edge of her new home: a tree, far from the cave she knew. Sits to look out at the sky, the cool air brushes by, holds leaf closer to body for comfort, looks up into the bleakness, sighs and thinks about the creatures back home. The kitten now grown into a cat, the tree frog but he'll be back with the rising sun...or possibly midday. The llama, now seems too busy with other things to send a messenger my way. Thinks about other creatures...but can't come up with any that sound familiar. Who else is there...*
I can recall faces but no names but either way do they still know me? It feels like many moons ago that I left the temple that was once a prison but now seems like a sanctuary. I find myself thinking late into the night about then...and now. It was there that I met many of the other creatures but they turned out to be different then I thought, one has even given birth. *Sighs, looks for stars* The moon is lonely and needs company...how I feel it's pain tonight. No real comfort from her dragon and no friendly word from her blue dragon, they must be doing dragon things elsewhere. It's not good for me to push things...or overdo things...but I think I do sometimes. That causes alot of creatures to hide from me...
*Slowly walks back to the crystal ball, her own crystal ball, more beautiful then the other one she knew, looks over at the sleeping flower...the first time the gecko has ever known a flower, delicate in it's own way but able to withstand hardships*
If only I could rest...if only I could fit in here...or anywhere. *Thinks of the creature in the other room, the sworm of butterflies across the hall* There just isn't room here for a reptile like me...but I try anyways. Today I followed the butterflies to the magic place and cuddled with the familiar creature from my own home, so soft...so kind, so wonderful. I was here as well *Glances at the crystal ball, sighs, looks away* I've looked into it for far too long as it is, but I'm brought back like a moth to a candle. *Picks up heavy book, turns a page or two* I have started to read a wonderful tale that I myself am a part of...but not in the beginning. *Closes book slowly* Amazing...even though I don't feel it now...I may be making a difference to someone's tale...*Sigh* Not even a goodnight message from the dragon, how unexpected...I guess I might as well go. *Climbs tree limb, removes olive leaf, walks around slowly in a circle then rests for the rest of the moon*
~Steapie
I can recall faces but no names but either way do they still know me? It feels like many moons ago that I left the temple that was once a prison but now seems like a sanctuary. I find myself thinking late into the night about then...and now. It was there that I met many of the other creatures but they turned out to be different then I thought, one has even given birth. *Sighs, looks for stars* The moon is lonely and needs company...how I feel it's pain tonight. No real comfort from her dragon and no friendly word from her blue dragon, they must be doing dragon things elsewhere. It's not good for me to push things...or overdo things...but I think I do sometimes. That causes alot of creatures to hide from me...
*Slowly walks back to the crystal ball, her own crystal ball, more beautiful then the other one she knew, looks over at the sleeping flower...the first time the gecko has ever known a flower, delicate in it's own way but able to withstand hardships*
If only I could rest...if only I could fit in here...or anywhere. *Thinks of the creature in the other room, the sworm of butterflies across the hall* There just isn't room here for a reptile like me...but I try anyways. Today I followed the butterflies to the magic place and cuddled with the familiar creature from my own home, so soft...so kind, so wonderful. I was here as well *Glances at the crystal ball, sighs, looks away* I've looked into it for far too long as it is, but I'm brought back like a moth to a candle. *Picks up heavy book, turns a page or two* I have started to read a wonderful tale that I myself am a part of...but not in the beginning. *Closes book slowly* Amazing...even though I don't feel it now...I may be making a difference to someone's tale...*Sigh* Not even a goodnight message from the dragon, how unexpected...I guess I might as well go. *Climbs tree limb, removes olive leaf, walks around slowly in a circle then rests for the rest of the moon*
~Steapie