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 Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:17 pm
It wasn't long before Khalina was back with Maia with their precious supplies. First she put her foodstuffs into the tiny cabinets in the treehouse, reflecting on how they needed so much more room. Maia remained down on the ground, leaning listlessly against the trunk of their tree.
Grabbing a small trowel she'd pick up with their supplies, she scrambled back down to kneel before the limp dryad. "Now, I met a new friend today, and I think you'd like him," she began, gently pushing away the sagging tendrils to begin turning the earth under her, drawing some of it away to create a hollow beneath the floating orb that supported Maia.
"His name is Murron, and he is a gardener." She continued to gently turn the dirt over, removing some. "I've told him about you, and he gave me what might amount to medicine for you." She stopped after a sizable bowl in the ground was formed. "There, that should do it," she commented to herself, dusting off her pale hands. "Now, for the soil."
She tugged the bag of enriched pottiong soil close and tore it open. The plastic bag didn't open cleanly, though, and the precious stuff spilled unexpectedly. Giving a little gasp, Khalina hurriedly shoved the bag beneath Maia, earning a sleepy mutter in protest but nothing more. Carefully the unicorn girl dumped enough in to fill the bowl and heap just slightly up. Satisfied, she tipped the bag back up and twisted it shut. There would be enough for one more treatment of this sort.
Next came the water. Quick as a squirrel, she darted back up into the treehouse and grabbed a watering can. Back on the ground again, she worriedly stroked the dryad's grassy hair. "I'll be right back, Maia. I have to get you some fresh water." Troubled by how her friend didn't even stir or respond, she turned to move quickly down the path towards the nearest spigot.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 8:12 pm
Arabel could feel it easily. The year was winding down and the cold would soon enough arrive. It was not the time of the year she liked most. It was when she became drowsy and wanted to sleep, warm, comfortable and safe surrounded by the earth and protected within the caverns of life this world contained in the Labyrinth. At least that is how she felt whenever she was faced with the mortal world above and the slow disappearing of the seasons and plants. She was the Lady of Springtime afterall.
And whenever one cared for the plants and small creatures, she knew. It was not that she knew the person acting so much as she knew the feelings they felt. It was in all living things, a connection to her and even those who were more than she was. Arabel was as wild as they were, remaining hidden, watching in amusement and delight at the actions taken on the behalf of living things.
The blossoms would bloom brighter and the colors would cast their rainbow, carpeting the ground in the early portion of the year when the snows receded, leaving behind the water all needed to begin anew. The trees would sprout quickly with her touch and she loved to paint a myriad of hues across the landscape around her. But it was not only she that enjoyed such. Many did without ever guessing she was there.
But whenever one was unhappy or sickly, not feeling quite as they should, she knew also. To those who tended happily asking nothing, she gave a green thumb, but to those who needed tending, she gave small caresses pulling them back and giving them what she could to carry them through until they could stand upon their own. Old and young alike received her gentle attention with their actions.
It was to this end that she noticed a slightly illness as well as a careful protection filled with love and friendship. But she was a bit uncertain what it was they needed from her and shy enough that she remained almost entirely hidden from view. Creeping closer t to watch until such a time she either would reveal herself or leave. It was their actions that would determine such from her.
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