A day in the death
Oct. 31st, 2020 05:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marginnotesMel stayed behind which Del rode the energies of the earth to become a spirit guide for a seeker. Del was gone, and Mel remembered it. Del was a seeker, too, churning more dead leaves than necessary into the forest floor, digging entire galleries after the rains to open the earth for plant roots.
Mel held back, sensing the watchful eyes of the birds who sometimes caught those who ventured forth, and who seemed more numerous after the rains. But Del had sensed or smelled things differently, ready to accept some danger in service of the process.
Yet, Mel still churned, and still loved the earth. Mel also loved Uruk. As they lay side by side, Mel odored to Uruk the sense of loss since Del's departure.
"Do not regret it, Mel. Del has no doubt risen to understand the air," assured Uruk, with a gentle odor and flow.
Mel reflected in a drier period as it slept. This life was, somehow, to be lived fully; the true rest would come after. It felt the gentle thumps of returning rain. Gradually, as the ground filled with water, Mel returned to digging and eating.
Mel was leaving casts on the forest floor when it got its chance to feel the air. Caught in a bird's beak, it left the forest floor forever, only to return from the air in bird droppings. Mel, too, had served the process fully.
Mel held back, sensing the watchful eyes of the birds who sometimes caught those who ventured forth, and who seemed more numerous after the rains. But Del had sensed or smelled things differently, ready to accept some danger in service of the process.
Yet, Mel still churned, and still loved the earth. Mel also loved Uruk. As they lay side by side, Mel odored to Uruk the sense of loss since Del's departure.
"Do not regret it, Mel. Del has no doubt risen to understand the air," assured Uruk, with a gentle odor and flow.
Mel reflected in a drier period as it slept. This life was, somehow, to be lived fully; the true rest would come after. It felt the gentle thumps of returning rain. Gradually, as the ground filled with water, Mel returned to digging and eating.
Mel was leaving casts on the forest floor when it got its chance to feel the air. Caught in a bird's beak, it left the forest floor forever, only to return from the air in bird droppings. Mel, too, had served the process fully.
