06-13-2019, 02:53 PM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
As far as forests go, this is a queer and quiet one. Mist hangs here more often than not, though today, late summer and halfway through the day’s light, it is warm enough for most of the fog to have cleared now. One might pass through right now and not even know how humid this forest can be in the colder months - months that will come, soon.
In this gathering of trees, this time of year, birdsong is rare. Wolves pick off some of the smaller prey, cats and bears are plenty enough for critters to be hiding right now. The trees, who in the fall may sway and creak, complaining about the storms, are quiet right now, so long as no body (no horse, no other animal) moves between their leaves and stretched out branch fingers.
Don’t be mistaken - it’s not really quiet. But the wood is pretty empty right here, as no-one makes a single move.
In this place, a rather sunny spot though not yet a clearing, a particularly normal though slightly large rock lies quietly among the trees. White stone, not really in place here but also large enough to probably not be moved here, sits and waits until something happens, or someone passes. This rock could be called sentient, yet as it is a rock it hardly notices the changes in the wind, the differences in temperature or humidity, and having no eyes nor ears it might only know that today the sun shines on its surface, and nobody is leaning against it.
Now that is quite extensive knowledge for a white rock, but compared to any other animal, if this rock had a mind he would surely be bored. The white rock would probably appreciate if someone could wake him.
That’s to say, if the rock had a mind and thoughts, that is, and that is something no passerby could possibly know from the outside, looking at it in passing.
Nevertheless, he would definitely not mind being something else right about now.
In this gathering of trees, this time of year, birdsong is rare. Wolves pick off some of the smaller prey, cats and bears are plenty enough for critters to be hiding right now. The trees, who in the fall may sway and creak, complaining about the storms, are quiet right now, so long as no body (no horse, no other animal) moves between their leaves and stretched out branch fingers.
Don’t be mistaken - it’s not really quiet. But the wood is pretty empty right here, as no-one makes a single move.
In this place, a rather sunny spot though not yet a clearing, a particularly normal though slightly large rock lies quietly among the trees. White stone, not really in place here but also large enough to probably not be moved here, sits and waits until something happens, or someone passes. This rock could be called sentient, yet as it is a rock it hardly notices the changes in the wind, the differences in temperature or humidity, and having no eyes nor ears it might only know that today the sun shines on its surface, and nobody is leaning against it.
Now that is quite extensive knowledge for a white rock, but compared to any other animal, if this rock had a mind he would surely be bored. The white rock would probably appreciate if someone could wake him.
That’s to say, if the rock had a mind and thoughts, that is, and that is something no passerby could possibly know from the outside, looking at it in passing.
Nevertheless, he would definitely not mind being something else right about now.