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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:59 pm
Fireflly Thicket is home to a few forest spirits and more larger lifeforms of the forest. The trees in the forest are thin and illuminating it with their bright seshi dust are the forest sprites, small spirits that resemble fireflies. The sizes of these can range to being so gigantic that their presence would go entirely unnoticed unless they moved in front of you. However due to their large size, most of these creatures have a low sense of detection, therefore they barely notice anything abnormally smaller than themselves such as humanoids and down.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 8:41 pm
Sensation hovers at the edge of awareness. An uneven surface against his back and a familiar canvas strap of his pack in his grip.
Voices on the edge of hearing. Whispers, giggles. A slight movement of the head and they fall silent.
Cold soil against his fingers. Resistance to the memory of casting off into the empty sky. Must be injured. Feeling no pain. May be shock, may be dead. Eyes open, lights dance before him clouded by blue mist.
The first test of injury, a deep inhalation. Tentatively drawing air in successive pulls. Relief at a lack of pain, no injuries. Second test, a careful movement of head and neck. Still good. Sitting up, a final examination of limbs. Pristine condition, save a bit of dirt.
Myles Million stands, brushes off, shoulders pack, and gazes straight up through the canopy. "No idea how I got from up there to down here without becoming cousin to a pudding, but I shall not complain..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 4:31 pm
"Now, which way to civilization... I suppose that way is as good as any."
So saying, he walks along. The silence, however, is a pressing force upon him.
He takes out his traveler guitar, settles the strap on his shoulder, and sets to tuning it. After the random notes of tuning drift off into the silence, he begins softly picking out a gentle tune, which he then joins with his voice.
"Why are there so many songs about rainbows
and what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
and rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it.
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me..."
~ exit Myles ~
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