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*is snuck attack-ed!* <333
Slowly, ever so slowly, things were coming together in a way that satisfied Grail to some small degree. The clan itself was moulding itself into something (so few number did not bother Grail - he liked to think of this small collection as his test run in Melita's shoes, where he could find his legs without the weight of so many relying on him), and spring had come into full, bursting profusion. It had the strangest way of reminding him that things went on, that no matter the hardships that one endured and the pains that bred deep in the darkest pits of one's heart, that there was a continuation. Beautiful things still existed, horrible, damning actions still transpired... and in-spite of, or because of, those realities the world continued to spin, lives went on.
As humbling as it was to realize that everything that he had endured did not matter on the great, cosmic scale of things, it was also cleansing and purifying. This was his world, and while parts of it might have been ruined or maimed, it was only one small thing, and so many other things out there could come in to take its place, replace the suffering with something wonderious.
Grail was pondering these very thoughts as he gazed raptly at a small bloom that had been transplanted several days ago into the clan's 'garden', the very tip of the bloom nudging its way through the dirt to greet the golden, leaf filtered light. This, he knew, was a Ellatupis, a small dandelion like plant that would bloom with a vibrantly purple flower in just a mere few days time. It was one that his sister had found recently, and had brought back and transplanted with a less than careful claw. His eyes narrowed as he focused his attention, willing the cells to divide and the small, green life to prosper, to remind him of things that had been lost.
He jerked sharply as a sound, a seemingly terrified howl, echoed through the otherwise empty territory and filled the empty spaces, shattering his concentration as though it were a window and the sound a tremendous, jagged rock. He glanced down at the trembling seeding and sighed, his limbs gathering beneath him as he stood and turned toward the sound, his mismatched feet carrying him through the home base and out to the borders, some five minuets walk from the heart of Elpis. The macaw scanned the surrounding area with a hard eye, leery of intruders... until he caught sight of the creature cowering as though afraid of being struck, her bright wings naming her an Arsinoe.
Grail gazed at her for a moment, his expression half way between shocked and concerned, his brows high on his forehead. "...uh..." He ventured a step closer and cocked his head to the side, observing the female with more than a bit of curiosity in his gleaming eyes. "Why are... Can I..." He frowned down at the female and searched for something that seemed appropriate to her decidedly fearful pose. "...Can I, ah, help you?"
Sure-As-Not // Afro Celt Sound System |
