Posted by Yehl on September 1, 2008, 9:52 pm, in reply to "watching the wild birds come and go;"
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She hears him; his thoughts are the subtle rumbling of the earth through her thoughts until the two shift and collide like tectonic plates.
“Come to find my destiny…”
Her eyes find his silver form amongst the green of grass and bush, and her slender limbs curl beneath her as she comes towards him in a gentle stride that rolls, like hills, towards the endless horizon. “Cheveyo,” she says, more breath than sound that leaves her mouth. “Welcome,” and she touches her nose to his shoulder (it shines like moonlight on water, like fish in a river) and smiles.
“Tell me spirit warrior, are you ready to find your destiny?” her eyes, dark and mysterious, hold laughter - gentle, not mocking as her gaze flits to his and away again. She leaves this moment for him to express any hesitation or fear, or to acknowledge that he is indeed ready for this - it is never easy nor is it truly hard, but it is a challenge and she thinks he is strong enough for it.
He must be, if he is here.
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