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baking with love - Isilya - 10-22-2020
open to any! Isilya just starting the process of baking baby Grove <3 RE: baking with love - Grove - 11-17-2020 The first thing he remembers is the warmth. It had been faint at first, but everyday it grew in brightness and intensity. Always, it remained soft and comforting, like looking at the sunglow from behind the safety of closed eyelids. Safe. That was the perfect word to describe it, he thought, like all the bad things in Beqanna would never be able to get to him. The second thing he remembers is the awareness. The steady urgings of warmth roused him a little more with each passing day, bringing forward a slumbering consciousness. Until the day the walls that protected him felt a little closer than before when he moved his leg even just the tiniest bit. It was getting too snug in his little, wooden cacoon made in the heart of his guardian tree. Spring had come, and so had the day for him to meet the waiting world. The sentient tree practically vibrated in anticipation as unearthed roots and curling vines slowly parted, exposing him from the safety of his tangled nest. His eyes had already opened while the last of the roots had cleared, and when he was confident that no more movement would come from the guardian tree for the time being, he hesitantly poked his leafy-maned head out of the nursery. It was bright and chaotic out there, and his senses struggled to make heads or tails of the colors and noises and scents that were happening all around him. Overwhelmed, it was all he could do to stay put and not want to scuttle backwards, deeper into the dark and quiet root-shelter to try and evade it all. But it was the sudden buzzing of something unknown and terrifyingly nearby that finally tipped the scales of panic. Uncertain of what exactly he ought to do, he froze, and then attempted to buzz back at the thing, hoping that whatever he was communicating to it was nice enough. @[Isilya] RE: baking with love - Isilya - 12-29-2020
@[Grove] RE: baking with love - Grove - 01-16-2021 The leaves sway gently, and his attention drifts towards their movement and away from the stange buzzy sound that made a paralyzing fear snake through him. Hypnotic, moving this way and that, his eyes begin to feel heavy as he forgets about the monster outside his den, and a quiet yawn escapes him. Would it be such a bad idea to just fall back asleep again? Maybe the thing would be gone by the time he woke up again. And was perfectly quiet - an opportune time to drift off. Wait...quiet? The buzzing? What happened to it? Curious, his ears perk up and his eyes go wide at the realization that the odd sound had stopped completely. And then a voice came, soft and lovely and warm. ”Hello, Grove...I’m your mom.” Hey, he knew that voice! It was the same one that he had heard in his dreams, the same one that told him about the nice things and the good things and the promising things. The things that made him feel good and loved. And home. Suddenly filled to the brim with electrifying boldness, he ventured out of the root-woven nest, wanting to see the source of all the Good with his very own eyes. “M-,” he stammered, fumbling clumsily over his first spoken word. She waited nearby, closely but not too close, with the kindest most reassuring and loving expression he’d probably ever see in his lifetime. “Mom?”, he said quietly, his head tilting sideways, wondering if he had said the funny word right. It crosses his mind, that getting closer to her might be a good idea, and was something that he desperately wanted to do, but his legs felt a little too shaky, as if the slightest breeze might topple him over. And so instead, he asks another question, the only one that came to mind right now, “Hello Grove?” @[Isilya] RE: baking with love - Isilya - 01-31-2021
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