are the dead really silent?
The summer had come from the spring. The sun had grown hot, the grass became green, and the earth showed the living that it was still in balance. Nothing yet had happened to create a change in the forces of the world that would forever.
The world had changed though. The seasons of life had shifted. Whichever one now ruled my life was unclear for the earth around me stayed on its own path and the guiding voices had quieted with the natural seasons. My Soul, Psyche, had brought more spirit into the world. Pups that shared more with me than I could have dreamed. More even than my Life, my Daughter, my Solstice. She was a year now, never yet having met her siblings.
It was passed time to bring the trails of life together. A lifetime of my own spent in solitude was to see its Fall. The sun would set and rise again in the season of Summer.
I had gone to Tavioria to collect my daughter, and with her a few others she had come to call friends. Together we all made our way to a clearing in the Woodland, on the border of Asteraia. I watched for a moment as Solstice tumbled and played with others who had come from the Forest Realm. Though my other children had come to rule my time, she was the light of my eyes.
She played for a moment and I enjoyed the quiet company of pups before I lifted my voice into the air. From the neighboring Plains I called to my own family and the pups that resided there. I raised the tone, letting the notes sing through the lands of Moladion to encourage youth and caretakers alike to come forward and meet the others of this world we share. There would be those to play here, and there would be those to keep the peace here.
At my feet, Solstice and her friend also raised their youthful voices. There would be innocence here as well.
Settling myself to sit, I waited for the next generations to come. There was an occurrence here in this land that had been a mystery to me. It had rarely been spoken. Only those who had stepped away could answer my questions and they had done so in such a way I could not pinpoint the truth. The world spun and truth and lies. There was no difference between them. There was no way to explain something unexplainable. But there was a way to give it reason. To put it to words would give it power.
Whether they believed or not, I wanted to give at least my youth a story behind Imprinting.
 lord; 5 falls; 41in/190lbs; Psyche’s fateXheartless; Asteraia |