Posted by Yehl on September 5, 2008, 6:57 pm, in reply to "watching, waiting,.."
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Earth talks through her throat in tongues of wind in the grass, soft and sighing - it is perhaps the Sight that seizes hold of her mouth and renders her tender in his presence: he is a son - he has a mother and she is a mother; the Earth is a mother and it recognizes this son of Water.
A smile curves like a river across her mouth - apologetic as he nearly shies-shudders from her touch.
“Cheveyo…” she trails off as her eyes close and she finds herself nodding to voices unheard that trickle into her ears - streams of consciousness not her own and at last, she smiles and opens her eyes to him. “Find your family - it grows like oats wild in the field and this is no easy task for you have a great many siblings scattered to the four winds. Find these siblings and you will have the thing you miss - family.”
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