The Academy: rain rain take me away

[IM SORRY THIS IS LONG. I can get carried away with Huyana sometimes D:]

How long do we search for answers we will never find? How long will we question the unexplainable? Curiosity is limitless, and it cannot begin to understand the boundaries of the impossible and improbable. Innocence is said to be only a short period of time, yet are we not all innocent to those unexplained questions? We do not know the reality of them, so we remain ignorant and naive, innocent in a less childish way. Amongst all of this there is the theme of wisdom, experience, knowledge. Those we look up to for guidance, those who are truly strong and worthy are those that hold a plethora of information. They say money talks, that deeds are greater than words, that attitude is everything. But really, isn’t information the true root of everything? Some would do anything just to know something. You can find your tables suddenly turned just by knowing something, be it for better or worse. Stupidity is not favored, and brain can always match against brawn; it is often favored against brute strength. A tactical war can be won just as easily, if not easier and usually less devastating, then a match of pure weaponry and might. This world has always been founded upon intelligence- the mammals which hid and evolved past the dinosaurs because they had the information that such was necessary to remain alive [not consciously of course.] Perhaps that was why Huyana craved information, perhaps that is why she observed and scrutinized everything- because she knew that’s what would earn her all her dreams.

The restlessness of her soul had driven her from her herd once more, into a realm fortunate for her, made for her. It was her goal to poke into every section of this new world she found herself in, and like some scientist remain informed of the happenings in those places, for things change the moment you look away. Thus slowly, cautiously and stealthily she snuck into the unexplored archways of the Academy. Her small nails clicked with an echo against the stone floor, the cool surroundings of sheltered rock blocking the humidity that had begun to seep into the ink stained atmosphere. Onyx strands whisked along haunches, slender appendages picking through with a pause for each step. Not because she was frightened, her intrigue knew not what fear was. Nay, she was so tentative because she didn’t want to miss a thing. Every nook and cranny, every misplaced stone would be noted and remembered. Ears moved in rough arcs, jittery like some tiny bird as they spun around at every sound.

Have you ever stopped to listen? Actually listen to the world. It has a lot to say, a foreign language yes, but important nonetheless. The wind brings so many things, the invisible messenger that’s ever ready to gossip. She’ll bring tidings of what creatures are nearby, scents and sounds floating upon her delicate fingers. She’s a good playmate for one’s wiry tresses as well, a dancing partner and a blanket that either chills or warms, but always comforts just by letting you know she’s there. It is her touch that plays most of the instruments of nature. She makes the water ripple, ushers on the rushing flow that gurgles and hums incessantly. The clear liquid is always stern, beautiful so it looks feminine, yet its voice roars with a masculine ferocity. It speaks of danger, it sings of rage and relaxation. The water is always moody, but always willing to talk. Whether talk in hushed whispers or cursing yells one cannot tell until they start to converse. But Huyana liked the water the best. Even it’s raging mood left her fascinated, amazed at how what is gentle in one part of the land can be deadly in another. Bi-polar almost. But always, always honest- not like the wind. She lied sometimes, fooled you or heightened a sense of paranoia simply for her own kicks. The wind was foolish and giddy, carrying messages with little care to their importance. But the water, the water was wise, ancient and strong. It gave advice, and it tended to your wounds, a nipping tenderness that alluded to a doctor’s appeal.

Then of course there is the earth. She groans and murmurs as you walk upon her. She is very sad all the time, but she hides it with her endless empathy and love. Huyana figured that was why she was sad, she loved too much. The earth would welcome any one, bad or good she would take them and care for them with her gardens and her minerals, with her solidity and protection. Firm and steady she would always let you lean upon her, and also walk upon her. The water cut into her, and melded they served as one body. Her the mocha flesh, it the transparent blood. The wind, it was the voice. The earth and the water often warred though, but no one ever won. The earth always defended, and the water always attacked. No battle can be won without a mixture, so the battle would continue on forever. Finally there is music in the living things adorning such elemental forces. The vegetation rustles in a language much the same as one’s tail as it beats against your heels. A squawking, berating tone, but one that is gentle and comforting when you need it. Sort of like an annoying friend that changes entirely when they see you cry. A friend that is ever loyal, and always there to push you on, but will never support you. It will not let you lean upon it, it will whip you into a fury so that you walk on your own. The birds and the insects harmonize as only hunter and prey can, whirring, flapping, warbling and grating in a symphony of varied frequencies. It is the background noise, the least noticed, but the most diverse and perhaps the most beautiful. It does not offer advice, strength or information. It is mere show, revealing the simple beauty that is life. It lets you forget your troubles, lets you forget all the pain and immerse only in the aesthetics of existence. Without it we may all have gone insane, just from the fact without the balance of beauty to all the ugly that is so easy to find in life. Huyana listened to it all, picked it all apart and spoke with them as if she could understand them. Hello wind, hello water, hello earth, hello plants and animals. How fair you all today? Me, I am well, working as usual.

Dear Huyana, your innocence and your curiosity never cease to amaze me. How you can notice such fine details, but more importantly how you appreciate them. An endless respect for everything, an eternal wonder. I suppose you must be such, otherwise the balance of your soul would be off due to your very twisted thoughts. I can sense it, the evil, brooding in the back of your mind. It will get stronger each time it breaks free, and I fear the day you will no longer be able to fight it off. It will come to seize you, but I know it will never control you. Your light may dwindle in the shadow of such bleak darkness, but it will never fade, I have faith in that much. You will be strong because of these internal battles, and you will remain sane. Never lose that grip on reality, it’s all downhill from there. But you won’t, you’re a fighter. You seem so delicate but I know that you have that cunning mind. That lithe body that can regardless move boulders- by other means than strength. But you’re not weak either, are you? No, you do have those draft bloodlines. A ways off though, so no need to worry, you are still insignificant to everyone. Enjoy your moments of bliss as a carefree scientist, study, learn, grow, and fight. Life is a battle, you cannot win, but never can you let yourself loose. Dear Huyana, you must be as relentless as the rain is upon the earth. Never fade, never forget.