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[attr=class,bottomlyric] Lonely moonchild. Dreaming in the shadow [break] of the willow.
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@gau Time to get her up from nap time.
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Seeing the Crystalus Divider only caused her to have more questions. Quina had not answered any of them. The strange creature knew how to handle this cooking and friends, but they seemed to care nothing for their surroundings. Mikoto was still not sure she was not going to end up in their cooking pot next. [break][break] She didn’t understand much of what the humans there did. They performed some odd gesturing at abandoned gateways. They seemed to find enjoyment from camping in front of the crumbling structures. But Mikoto could not help wonder why they did nothing to repair the structures, if they were so fascinated by these empty archways. She could only observe their unproductive ritual behavior for so long, before deciding to move on. [break][break] She wandered into the beautiful woods. The trees were of vibrant lush green colors. The skies could be seen through the treetops with its clear blue. The flora were boldly displaying their pinks, violets, and yellows. She had never seen anything like this before. And as she traced the soft dirt path through the wood, she could hear the grazing chocobo by a stream. The soft warbling made her think of Bobby Corwen and its excited chirping. Then it caught her eye. It was a large face that appeared to be sleeping. The vegetation of the wild had grown to be a part of it. It’s twisted bramble becoming its hair and layers of fines texturing what would be its skin. [break][break] Oddly enough, the monument made Mikoto feel at home. The face did not speak out loud to her as the organic structures of Pandemonium might, but it gave her this sense of serenity in the woods. White birds spiraled up and chirped around the face as it found its nest. The branches around here had cleared up to show a full view of the sky and the sun felt nice on her skin. [break][break] It was as good a place as any to take a sit. And so she did, leaning back against the roots that made up the base of the monument. She closed her eyes to soak in the feeling of the warm rays and the gentle fragrant breeze. Then, she found herself lolled into a gentle nap.
[attr="class","wensday"] Ah, to wander through the sun-dappled green of the woods, to lose oneself in the chorus of songbirds and the occasional chocobo, and not worry about any lingering family issues... sometimes, after a long life of hunting and being hunted, it was a welcome feeling to just get lost in the woods.
Gau couldn't remember why he found himself in the Wanderwood. Had he come here to mull over untreated feelings, or just to climb around on the lower-hanging branches? Perhaps to gather mushrooms; where there were forests, there were always mushrooms. Or perhaps he just felt like taking a nap in the sun. Yet here he was, absentmindedly weaving a crown of daisies, violets and wild ivy he had gathered along the way. Who was it for? No one, really; he just needed something to keep his hands busy.
Besides, on a day like today, there was never really a reason for anything; there was nothing to chase after, nothing to run from, no wounded packmates to tend to or mourn. Just the sunshine and the trees and flowers, the birds in the branches and the small beasts within their burrows, the deer and chocobos come to graze upon the lush green, and one wild-eyed spirit, half-tangled in dreaming, the crown of a nameless kingdom in his hands.
Eventually, he came to a place where the sun was at its brightest, where the roots tangled and twisted up to the face of... someone... a god, perhaps? An overgrown nature spirit, locked in their dreaming? Would they ever wake up? Would they be waiting for him when his time came to die?
Where would he go when he died? Urrayah, his mother-wolf, told him that when a wolf died, their voice would join the wind, howling in the night forevermore. Even after he lost her, he knew he could hear her, always calling out to him. Would he join her? Or would the wind not accept him; furless, two-legged, borne of those who bore knives, arrows and rifles...
In the middle of his wondering, Gau found himself tripping over a root, sending the flower crown flying on a passing breeze... onto the head of a sleeping stranger. An angel perhaps? She could only be, with her golden hair framing her face like a halo. And how beautiful the crown looked on her, a symbol of innocence, young dreams... did he dare wake her up to say hello?
Yes.
Filled with an unending sense of wonder, Gau scaled the tangled mass of roots with the grace of a cat just to see her up close. For a while, he just stood there in silence, taking in every detail, from the softness of her skin to the golden silkiness of her tail. What did her eyes look like, he wondered. He didn't want to startle her too much, so he gave her a gentle little boop on the nose and a soft greeting.
Lonely moonchild . [break] Dreaming in the shadow of the willow.
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@gau It's so cute. I love it.
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The young lady must have slept too deeply, which was uncommon for her. Her sleep rhythm never truly got regulated with the waxing and waning of the light. Thus, she became accustomed to taking a rest as was needed. What did genomes dream? She would not remember as she slipped from sleep’s dark embrace to the light of the wood with the gentle boop on her nose.
[break][break] She stirred slightly at the small intrusion into her space. Eyes gently opened as she at first did not see anyone directly in front of her. She looked one way and then the other. Still, there was no sign of anyone. Then, finally, her deep blue-green optics looked directly up into Gau’s own crimson gaze. Her tail fluffed in surprise, the flower crown tilting over one eye as she shifted.
[break][break] He was young, like the children at those gateways. But he clung to the roots without effort. His hands were slightly bigger with long claws. Even his hair reminded her of the verdant foliage around here. He could have been nature manifested into human shape for all she knew. She was unsure what to make of him, but she was certainly intrigued.
[break][break] He was not hostile either, as he seemed to gaze down at her with a similar curiosity to her own. “Hello.” She responded back neutrally, reaching for the item on her head. She lifted it to study the flowers on it. They were freshly picked and fragrant. The colors were woven together in a beautiful pattern. Was it to keep her safe by masking her scent? “Does this belong to you?” She raised it up to him. “Did I intrude upon your territory?” He certainly seemed a part of the monument itself. Was this his home?
She was awake, and so too was a sudden unshakeable feeling of nervousness. For a moment, Gau just stood in silence, trembling at the thought of making a move. She was just so soft and delicate looking, as if she had only just blossomed from the young earth. And here he was, still young but hardened by life in the wilds, all claws and pent-up fury. He would break her. Even if he smiled, she'd be scared by his fangs. Poor thing, so new and fragile...
"Does this belong to you? Did I intrude upon your territory?"
What could Gau say to her? This wasn't his territory. After all, he had long since wandered far from the sun-warmed expanse of the Veldt. But these woods, bright green and dappled with gentle sunshine, were as close to a home as he had now. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to run and hide... and besides, they were so oddly comforting, with hollow trees to hide away in, clear waters he could splash around in, tangles of branches where he could curl up and feel safe. Maybe this could be home...
And then there was the matter of the crown. He didn't intend for it to be his own. But he had made it; he, born to destroy, had created something so beautiful, something... something like her. Should he keep it for himself as a memoir of her? No, he didn't deserve it; he'd only tear it apart.
"No, no... you deserve it. It look pretty on you." He shifted around a bit, still anxious, before reluctantly taking the wreath into his hands and hesitantly placing it back on her head. "Or... if you want... Gau could teach you how make one..."
She was so much of a flower herself, the way her hair fluttered around her face like petals when the faintest breeze ruffled them, the way her eyes sparkled like dewdrops... if she was a flower, then, why was he so afraid of her? She couldn't hurt him; she had no fangs or claws or antlers... but why did he want to run away? And was he... blushing?
LONELY MOONCHILD. [break] DREAMING IN THE SHADOW OF THE WILLOW.
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@gau Uh oh.
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Now that the boy was noticed, she watched him curiously. There was a momentary wonder if he was similar to the statue's nearly life-like appearance. A beautiful face engulfed by the verdant nature, yet he was a full embodiment of it. Perhaps, this was a smaller being of it? Despite his stillness, he muttered a soft syllable letting her know he was not a simple part of the complex root system.
[break][break] Did he simply think her odd? Like the others so far? The humans here had so many expressions, and her lack of them unnerved them. Her stare seemed to make them nervous and her abrupt and sharp questions left them unhinged. Though Quina meant well in the end, even that genetic monstrosity looked at her oddly. Now she had only met this person, and he seemed frozen upon her glance.
[break][break] Then, after moments of awkward silence, he finally responded to it. She felt heat on her cheeks at his response. The flowers were placed back on top of her head. Her hand lifted to touch the petals gently. “I would like to learn.” She said simply. If she asked less questions, then maybe she would simply understand by doing.
[break][break] Just then there was a rustling in the bushes. It’s dark eyes staring hard at them, and the sylph found itself shaking. It then quickly zoomed out of the bushes and snatched the flower wreath from Mikoto’s head. It seemed to hover above them angrily, though it was gently handling Gau’s work. It seemed but a delicate doll wreathed in the verdant leaves of the forest. “Bumbling one does not deserve this special gift!” It huffed for a moment, and glared at Mikoto. It’s expression softened as it studied Gau with such fascination instead.
[break][break] Then feeling overwhelmed with either jealousy or feeling bad for its outburst, the sylph turned to fly out into the brush. For a moment, Mikoto was simply surprised at the suddenness of this outburst. She quickly sprung onto her feet and wordlessly began to give chase to it. The flowers obviously meant something to the boy, so it seemed worth getting back and protecting from damage.
[attr="class","wensday"] It was a strange and sudden rush of feelings for Gau; not only to have something he made destroyed, but to suddenly attach it to a girl he just found in the woods, and to suddenly be insulted when some sort of flying lettuce called her undeserving of his gift.
Young love... no, it couldn't be. The very thought of being in love disgusted him. Sure, his packmates found love at far younger ages, but he was no wolf. He was human, and humans took time to grow. And as far as he knew, he wasn't quite ready to choose a mate.
Then why was it that he found himself springing for the sylph in an attempt to claw the chain out of its hands?
"GRRRAH! Give back! Flowers special! Flowers for her!" Just as he tried to swipe at the mischievous spirit, it flew just out of his reach to ridicule him.
"Ah, so Rabid One wishes to retrieve these flowers for Bumbling One? Is Rabid One in loooove?"
That was it. That was the final straw. What had begun as an aimless wander through the woods had spiraled into this... little thing... calling Gau rabid. Enraged, he sprang for the sylph, just about ready to claw it to pieces. The ornery little leaf-being dodged and darted away, prompting Gau to chase after it, snapping and barking all the way. He didn't know if it meant well or not, but it sure as hell would pay for insulting him. Enraged, he launched himself at it, ready to swipe, and tore at something... something that wasn't the sylph.
Oh no. The crown!
He could only look on in horror as a flurry of violet and daisy petals fluttered to the ground. Not only had he destroyed his handiwork, he'd made a complete fool of himself in front of a girl he'd just met. He ruined everything.
All he could do was turn back to her and see if she was all right.
LONELY MOONCHILD. [break] Dreaming in the shadow of the willow.
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@gau Don't be afraid. Mikoto doesn't mind.
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Mikoto was gaining on the huffing sylph, but it seemed Gau had a burst of incredible speed. There was a flutter of surprise in her chest, as she did not realize humans could move so fast. She could do nothing more than to slow her steps to a stop, the verdant grass reaching her ankles. Mikoto did not understand what was going on or what incited the sudden change in temperament. But she simply observed the scene before her.
[break][break] Ah! If the flowers were so important to him, why did he ruin them? Her brow furrowed in confusion. She had silently watched, though her expression displayed nothing of fear, but curiosity. After all, Gau’s aggression had not been directed at her. And what could a small flying plant do to her?
[break][break] She simply nodded that she was okay. Though she could not help but ask. “I am unafraid.” She responded honestly. “Why are you ashamed of your powerful display?” Her tail swished curiously behind her. She gently walked over to the ruined flower crown and crouched down to pick up a single stem to observe it. Her teal eyes looked up to study him.
[break][break] “You wanted to show me.” She held the shredded flower up to him. “We can make a better one?” There was always room to improve in one’s creations. Best to evaluate and find those places of improvement.
[attr="class","wensday"] The smallest "mrrp?" escaped Gau's lips. Why was she still here? Why didn't she run away when he knew she'd get hurt?
But could he really hurt her? He looked down at his claws, and at the wreckage of the flowers he'd attempted to snatch from the sylph, all strewn about. Was that what he was made for? Was he born to be a ruthless killing machine, loyal only to his pack and the moon?
"G... Gau not want... hurt you..."
Her tail... her tail was swishing. A sign of curiosity, perhaps? Was she truly at peace around him? In that moment, her eyes turned to meet his, glimmering blue staring into sparkling scarlet. In that moment, though she spoke not a word, he had found his answer.
Yes.
He turned away to gather a few flowers, and his thoughts. A few pink ones, maybe some of the yellow ones... yes, those were nice. And they smelled so light and clean... like sunshine. Like a life lived in endless joy. When he'd gathered enough flowers, he walked back over to his new... friend?... and dropped to all fours to get back to her level, to bring her his pastel-colored catch.
[attr=class,bottomlyric] Lonely moonchild. [break] Dreaming in the shadow of the willow.
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Gau is too adorable. =) @gau
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[attr=class,bulk]Her head tilted at his response. Did she do something peculiar? Most non-Terrans thought her mannerisms odd. She would not be surprised if he found something about her completely off. In fact, she was used to it by now. There was uncertainty in his movements as he looked himself over, then the flowers, and finally her gaze. The wind blew in that moment. It seemed to renew his energy again. [break][break] Mikoto watched as he picked flowers in the field. Her eyes drifted up to observe the types of flora he selected. She noticed his scenting of them and how they were carefully selected visually. Instead of remaining stationary, she stood up to help. There were one’s that felt more pleasant to the eye. The pollen was nice to her senses. They were delicate and she tried not to bruise them, lest the petals lose its appeal. [break][break] She sat down with her selection, her tail relaxed and curled along the ground behind her. Her eyes studied him for a moment longer as he dropped to all fours and leaned in close to her. His flowers were added to their pile. “Name…” That’s right those were important here. “...Mikoto.” She tilted her head to the side. He spoke the word ‘Gau’. Was that a name as well? [break][break] Her wide long gaze turned from him to the flowers. She selected one in each hand and looked them over. “How did you choose?” She creased her brow, trying to determine how he tucked the flowers together in the first place.
What a nice name! Something about it made him want to keep saying it, almost to sing it as if he were a bird.
"Mikoto, Mikoto, Mikoto! Uwahaaaaaa!"
What was this? Was this a sort of understanding, a friendship? A connection with someone close to his own age and species? Yes... yes, that was it. An understanding, a friendship. A harmony.
Oh. Right. The flowers. Why did he choose the flowers? Did he need a reason? Did he really need a reason for anything here? The honeysuckle and sweet peas he chose purely because he liked the way they smelled, and the fern fronds because he liked the way they waved in the wind. But then there were the dandelions, small and round and yellow. A few of them were even white and puffy with seeds. In one hand, he picked up two of the still-golden dandelions.
"See these?" he asked Mikoto. "Dandelions are Gau's favorite. Not smell good, like honeysuckle or sweet pea, but pretty. N' useful too! Good for soothing bee stings." He could go on and on about the many uses of dandelions, on how the leaves could be eaten, the flowers, by some magical process, turned into golden honey... but all that mattered was here and now; him and Mikoto and the dandelions he was teaching her how to weave.
"So, you take these two dandelions... cross one stem over 'nother... n' twist long side around like that, so you got a little loop around one stem..." As he spoke, his hands worked, slowly but deftly, sharp little claws trying their best not to cut into the stems.
"Now you try!"
What curious little beings dandelions were. Hated by many, dug up and thrown out by many a farmer or gardener and left in piles on the outskirts of civilization. And yet they managed to spring up everywhere, little drops of sunshine growing through cracks in stones and in the ruins of things he did not fully remember the names of. And oh, when they seeded, how fun it felt to puff on them and watch their seeds drift away!
Perhaps he could consider himself a dandelion too, shunned by civilization, loved by all of the wild and a few kind human beings.
And Mikoto, beautiful strange Mikoto... the way she studied him so avidly. It was as if she knew there was something within him... between them...
