by KaiNimura » Tue Feb 10, 2015 6:32:54 am
"We're lost."
"Not LOST."
"Admit it, LOST. Like that TV show where everyone is dead."
I turn around sharply, almost tripping over a combination of my own feet and overgrown roots, "Of everyone, of the ENTIRE Squirm. YOU end up being the ONLY one who speaks English and then it's kind of just in my head so everyone just thinks I've gone CRAZY." I feel like crying from frustration, or laughing because of the absurdity of it all. -SURE, TAKE THE BLUE TRAIL, YOU GREW UP HERE, YOU'VE TAKEN COUNTLESS PHOTOS HERE, YOU SHOULD KNOW THESE PATHS LIKE THE BACK OF YOUR...-
-shineyyyyyyy-
My eyes caught a stone, ignoring the rest of my squirm who are happily following behind, Flying , riding on the big flying jerk's back, or just squiggling along, some carrying tiny twigs or rocks they found and decided to keep.
This was supposed to be just another photo shoot, I got a new tripod, remote shutters, new memory card, everything cleaned up and ready for some fantastic shots. Ignoring Big Q is interesting, at least Auryn learned how to text, and Khal is learning how to type - with his face. However, the teacups of my squirm, with team work manage to operate a laptop - much to my dislike. Canceling an order for 5lbs of Neco Wafers was interesting.
However what transpired next was nothing I could have expected - much less with a growing headache due to a certain Leviathan's voice talking in my ear.
And It happened when I picked up that pebble. -Somehow, I think the squirm wanted me to take this path, just to find this. Lord Litha did have such a smirk upon his face
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I kept quiet at first, listening in and staying hidden for a moment, but I was noticed and greeted accordingly - I recognize the voice. A certain Canadian who shall soon enough be on my sofa, bouncing up and down in excitement for a certain convention. "Fancy seeing you here, Shark butt." We do our super secret handshake, that looks as epic as it sounds.
"GT was here first, It's only proper for her question to be answered before I ask anything, I'll be over there, photos you know, It's kind of my thing." I wander away, allowing Them time to speak, it would be rude to interrupt.
Lord Litha and Amun Ra strike lovely poses worthy of their status as Royal Court, with Khal Drogo doing his best to do the same, and make his grandparents proud of him. "Hold this, and DO NOT LOSE IT."
I hand the pebble off to Big Q, for safe keeping. My Squirm is thoroughly enjoying everything, and loving of course having their photos taken. Q- however is playing with the pebble and I have to stop several times to scold him and remind him 'not a toy'.
I glance over my shoulder and smile, It's fun watching friends be happy over little things. When it's hard to find happiness yourself due to mental illness that sometimes makes things difficult for you, it does feel good to watch others smile and feel joy. However my joy is short lived by a winged snake god bumping his fat head against my shoulder.
"Dude! What?!"
"I ate the pebble."
"You.what."
"I don't have hands so I...had it in my mouth and, swallowed it?"
"You.." I stare, this isn't happening. This cannot be happening, "You. swallowed. the pebble?" He nodded his fat head up and down, his wings at his sides. "Ok but, your a snake.. you should be able to - bring it back up- RIGHT?"
He stares, as if he actually forgot that part of being a snake. He makes an awful noise...starting to bring the pebble back up. My squirm watches in horror and confusion.
"NOT HERE. GO OVER THERE BEHIND THOSE BUSHES NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THAT."
Big Q slithers away, closely followed by ever brave and faithful Puppy, as well as my Growlers. Rose blush returning with the pebble - having been carefully cleaned off, "Amun.. Hold onto this." He hand it off to my Prince who curls around it and squiggles off to make a pouch for it out of the nearby flora, he returns with the pebble safe in a pouch around his neck he fashioned all by himself.
I notice Chuck has squiggled over to me, "Sorry, about - HIM-. He's not.. housetrained, or behavior trained, or anything resulting in behaving well at all.' I look over at Big Q, who has taken to laying on a sunny spot in the grass wings out stretched, absorbing as much light and heat as he can, and snoring.
"Questions, you said. Yes I have a few. But one seems, to be more important then anything else. It's kind of long, so I'm sorry if it gets weird." I take a deep breathe as I sit down and look at the him, The adorable wee Lorekeeper.
"Why us?" I pause, "Let me rephrase, It's our fault, humans, that is." I pause again, trying to find the best way to word things.
"Wyrms are nature spirits, and some like him," I wave my hand over to the Aztec God sunning himself, " The embodiment of old gods, and the seasons, of magic and things greater and grander then we know. But we're destroying this world every day, we fight wars, and cause untold amounts of death, ruin, hate, and destruction in our day to day lives. We do more harm to this world then good it seems, like we're a virus, a sickness. But it's our fault, and we need to own up to that." I feel pain and frustrated for a moment, but perhaps its more shame by what I know is true, "We caused so much of this world to die, killed entire species of animals and plants. Q told me of his slumber, how he left his followers, according to legend, sleeping away the years, because he knew of and FEARED what was going to happen to his people, what DID happen to them. The death the Spanish brought to the natives of his country, who lived in peace with the nature around them - perhaps not so much with each other, But they didn't do the destruction we do today."
"I guess, how can you trust us, after everything we've done to this world. Trust us enough to live with us, to allow us to be called your handlers, be our friends. I know there is good in most people, even if the news shows me otherwise, I know there's a chance for us to fix some of what we've done."
"But, I read the science articles, and almost everything says it's beyond fixing anymore, it's almost like putting a band aid over a bullet hole. " I sigh, "Sorry, life is stressful and I try to stay positive, and it's hard sometimes. I guess my real question is."
"Why did you make yourselves known to us, why come out of hiding? In short, Why us?" I run a hand through my black and pink hair, and remove my glasses, cleaning off the lenses with a cloth that was in my faux motorcycle jacket pocket. I take a deep breathe, "Sorry if none of that made sense. and you know, Sorry we messed up the planet and everything."
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