Cynic and Siado
greetings travaler, do you believe in fate?
A strange, flowing voice, swishes into your head. You look around but find nothing. This place is thickly wooded, as well as foliaged. Masses of vines and leaves sprout up from all around you, and hardly any sunlight filters through the canopy above you. Yet the melodic voice that haunted you earlier fills this place with sound and song, bringing everything to life around you.
tred
lightly, least you interrupt the forest song
greetings
wanderer, hast thou sung before?
Another voice flows in, like a gentle river. The two speakers are no where to be seen, but you do not feel in danger, or like you are being watched. A sudden rustle of brush indicates a moving wind, just as it passes you two forms materialize in front of you, on a low laying branch.
The two regard you
for moments, then speak, this time in spoken words.
i am cynic, the healer speaks, her voice like a
gentle brook.
i am siado, the yellow, her voice as light as a
summer breeze.
we welcome
you to these woods, they are alive, so do not belong to us
yet
we respect them, and so they respect us, it is how it should be
amoung all living things, to cast away differences, and to accept
them as well
indeed,
she is right
Both are female, you can tell by thier voices, this also means that Siado, being a yellow female, is sterile, but she seems to take joy in the forest, and is not dragged down by this situation. They move with the wind, and the forest moves with them.
close
your eyes human
listen
to the song
You do so, eyes closed, breathing slowly. A rush of wind encircles you, flowing around your body gently, you listen, you can hear it, the song of the forest. Like a million voices, all in different tones, filling your head, allowing you to see beyond.
flowing,
changing, moving, making
slowly, carefully, wonderful life
lift up to the sky, touch what none can
clensing flow, warm comfort
draw away, cast away, float away
flowing, changing, moving, making
The mini's smile, happy with what you've done. They bob thier heads and sing along, and the song repeats, calming every creature that is hearing it. They eventually stop, and the voices fade like a passing wind.
the
growing song they sang to you
heed
it's words, and listen often
You shall.
