01-16-2021, 03:22 PM
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]
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]