11-17-2020, 09:37 PM
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]
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]