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CYCLE 120Current time: Apr 05 2025, 07:05 AM


the well and the lighthouse IN The Divine

spread your wings

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Somehow she discerned a few different whispering voices from the others, and it was these ones that she listened to more closely than the others. Her ears naturally overloaded her with multitudinous sound, but her brain was capable of filtering the stimulation into something manageable. Ah, who knew such tiny brains could be so amazing!

"I can hear.. something. I can." she stares in wonder at the tree as the leaves of the forest begin to settle. The sounds slow to a tender hush, and she speaks up again. "That is wonderful," she slumps against Ghanyarah's stone, hugging it. If only she had cheeks wide and fluffy enough to contain the smile stretching her lips.

Impossibly small, pointed teeth glint in whatever light that could catch them. "I've never seen that before! Well.. of course I haven't seen that before! I haven't been around long. But you look cozy here! And you're BIG, so you've all been here a long time, huh." the tiny hook of her thumb pokes at the ridge of his eyebrow as she peers at the forest around them. "Ghanyarah's tree isn't far from here. Well, not too far. I'd ask if you want to visit, but maybe we can visit you instead? If you don't mind. We can sing and and and..." she really liked singing. "I couldn't understand the words of your song well, but I'd like to learn! I'll listen more closely." Little wings flitter anxiously. "I heard.. heard.. like.." The little peep puffs her chest out and opens her mouth, attempting a childish and terribly off-key bastardization of the tree's music, assuming it had even been singing at all---

"Nessa tanasia oooh enodo ruussto!
Lisutti viono pash inostaaaa!"

Not even close. But whatever it was, she was proud of it. Her ears had heard that much and found a melody to go along with it. "That's not, right, is it?" she looks down at Yara, but he wouldn't know. "It sounded.. It felt really nice. Like.. something pretty and floaty that hangs in the air. Clouds?" She couldn't explain it. "Warm wind? Breathing..!" Was she making any sense at all? "We can try again. Would you mind?" she looks at Ghanyarah again, then up to the tree. This was so terribly exciting for her. What more could she learn from this tree! Many things. Her mind races with possibil-litty.

@Ghanyarah

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The gentle rustling swelled in the air around them, every leaf dancing in an invisible wind, until the song had come to its end and began to fade. But perhaps there was an ego there somewhere behind the thick bark of the Divine, fed by the loving, curious words of the bat, who implored it to speak more. How long had it been since anyone had ever spoken to the Divine, had anyone ever regarded it with such zeal and innocent admiration? And so as the bat began to sang, the leaves continued their rustling, and the roots began to stretch and groan and creak in tune to the harmony of her disjointed lyrics.

If one looked hard enough, perhaps they could see the tree beginning to sway, ever so gently, ever so slightly, its branches bowing softly in tune.

 
 
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She went off on a tirade of whimsical, wondrous words, and Ghanyarah wasn't sure exactly who she was speaking to. Him, he thought, as she hung over his brow and talked about being here for a while, but then she must have meant the tree, because she referred to him by name as though she was talking to someone else. The reptile flicked his tongue again and listened to the rustling, the sound of an exotic song soon harmonized by the bat's gentle words.

Even though her voice was nothing like the ethereal ballad of the tree, he closed his eyes and listened to it, enjoying it none the less. When she had finished, she seemed to doubt herself, trying to describe what it was she heard, or maybe the meaning of the words; he didn't recognize them, but he loved them all the same. The song left him afflated and swelling with pride for the childish fervor of his friend, who sang so confidently and without reservation, coaxing the tree to continue its song. He hadn't seen the tree moving, his mind fraught with visions of a world that the bat described. Floating clouds, breathing winds.

When she asked, he smiled and opened his eyes again. "Please sing again. I will try to sing along." He told her, though he didn't know the words, he would form them to the best of his ability.



@Lituus

 
 

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"O sono amine che somno simme libor-ay,"

Such things weren't odd to her. They couldn't be. Considering her new life and lack of overall experience, the thought of a swaying and singing tree was is something fresh and new, but not strange. That she could encourage it to continue its majestic hymn- or at least, the hymn that she was hearing- gives her a badge of joy, and one she is proud to wear on the tuft of her puffed-out chest.

"Che vooooooooooo~lano,"

Ghanyarah wouldn't have had to ask twice! Hoarsely attempted variations in pitch exit her snout and fill the chilled air around them. Though the bat continues to fumble over the pronunciation of each whispered word, she breathes life into every syllable. They become a part of her, much like the air filling her lungs-- or the blood quickly moving through her. This was magick.

"Pree-en du manitaa-"

Her ears catch the murmurs of each leaf. Air churns around each pivotal branch and stem, joining in and flooding her senses. Was Ghanyarah catching on? Admittedly she was too engrossed in the task of interpreting the Divine's sounds into words. She seems to be doing a fair attempt of it. Even then, it will take many and more visits to make any more sense of them. A small wing extends low over the bridge of his eyebrow. Flying. It felt like flying. Air. Wind. Clouds.

"In fomo ol'amimna."

Her little muzzle hangs open a moment longer as the tune finishes flowing out of her. What just happened.. Did they really make a connection with this tree? It was like a dream. And she hasn't even dreamed yet! Well, not since she was in her chrysalis.

"Did you get all that?" The little one's energy is quick to return and she quickly dips down to peer into her scaly friends' eyeball. She was glad that he brought her here. That much is evident in the way her eyes have lit with excitement. The small sound of her breath quickly fills and flees her lungs as she regards the large, minutely swaying trunk with a new found adoration. "Thank you!" her voice is soft- a bit tired- but never lacking in mirth. "It makes me want to fly. I'm stuffed with this warm, bubbly feeling in my belly and... I want to go higher and higher!" Her wings stretch above her head. And stay there. Reaching toward the Divine's branches and its impossibly high canopy. It is difficult to discern much else from the invisible winds, much as she would have liked. Though the sounds were somehow innate- and ancient- they still held tones her head simply could not decipher.

@Ghanyarah // Butchered Lyric Idea
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As she sang, her fluttery, chime-like voice lifted up into the air and followed the harmony of the rustling leaves, which had fallen into the backdrop of an accentuating orchestra. Ghanyarah listened to the rise and fall of her voice, each word she spoke that was unfamiliar, unheard of. He couldn't possibly sing to perfection - the komodo hadn't ever really sang before, save for occasionally humming. He'd heard it though. He'd heard it from others, and from the bat, here, and he wanted to. It resonated with him the same way that drawing did. There was something about letting loose a thing that came from you, and you alone. Something that one created and released into the world. It felt special.

It began first as a low, rumbling hum that reverberated from his throat, following the cue of every word she spoke, lifting and falling with the song. Then he spoke the words, deeper than she, far deeper as if the song was coming from his very core. He repeated them only a second after she did, echoing them in latent baritone synchronicity. "Che voooo-lano, Pree-en du manitaa, In fomo ol'amimna." He repeated, lifting his eyes up to the tree as it swayed in tune to the song.

The bat hung over his eyebrow and she suddenly occupied the entirety of his one eye's vision, gleefully thanking him and explaining that it made her want to fly. Naturally. She had wings, and Ghanyarah imagined that a creature with wings could not deny the natural need to use them. The happiness she described spawned a similar one in him, that warm, bubbling feeling as she described wanting to lift up into the air and go higher and higher. "I know that one day you will fly." He said, and even if that day wasn't today, even if she was still too clumsy and unable to grasp the weight of the air, one day she would. He wasn't sure if it was confidence and pride that burned in his heart for her, or sadness, knowing that that day would come when she no longer needed him.

The tree began to slow; its swaying had long since halted, and the leaves stilled, as though the unexisting wind that ran through them faded away. Ghanyarah continued to hum, pulling forth the words of the song that she had sang before; slightly different, but he felt they emanated that feeling of freedom all the same. "Your flying words." He said, and relayed them back to her. "Nessa tanosia ah enodo russti, Lituusi vioni pash inosta. Lituusi vioni pash inosta."



@Lituus

 
 

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The bat felt the weight of his voice resonate through her-- into her core and out her snout as their melody wove together. His thrum inspired as much as the tree's encouragement did, if not more, and that showed in the way her voice grows louder and yet... soft. All at once. The roots of their being; shaken.

And then it was over. At least for now. It left her feeling invigorated with a smile set clear upon her lips. What a day this is turning out to be. "I know." she responds gently with no less warmth in her tone. Hopeful eyes fell from the tree and return to the sturdy snout of her companion. He recites mumble words back to her, somehow clearer than she had heard them before. "And when I do, I'll take you with me." Whether or not that was possible would remain to be seen, but the willpower this small body contained was as palpable as a chill settling in around them.

"Lituusi viono pash.. inostaaa!" Her wings spread out, the thin skin stretching as far as it could. "You speak different words than us, little tree." Obvious bat states the obvious. Unless, of course, their poor plebeian ears just weren't capable of truly understanding the nature of this sentient being's majesty. "Why is that?" The bat cocks her head to one side as she inspects the blurry trunk. "Could you teach us?" If it were possible for that little grin to leave her face, she sure wasn't showing any signs of it-- but somehow it fit her just right.

@Ghanyarah
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The tree had stilled, the sound of its vegetative orchestra fading into the dull distant thrum of the living, breathing swamp. It regarded the bat's words, but it seemed to dwell on them, chewing them over in the strange and detached hivemind that lingered all around them, in the roots of every tree, gnashing in their stillness.

A moth fluttered past them. Its dusty white wings flapped delicately in the air, a winding trail that snaked up and up towards the tree until it came to rest on its dull, twisted bark. The moth sat and stretched its wings, flexing and resting them flat, slowly flapping them a few times before it fell unmoving. For a few long, silent minutes, it rested; its antennae twitched and felt for the texture of the bark, as though it was listening, and then it took off again. The moth flew above their heads, and though the reptile wouldn't be able to hear the fevered beating of its thin, paper wings, perhaps the bat could, speaking words in a thousand voices in the quivering cadence of stagnant air:

Lituusi viono pash inosta. Lituusi viono pash inosta. Viono. Inosta. Lituusi inosta. Pash viono inosta Lituusi. Lituusi. Lituus.

You have come here seeking something. The Divine has deemed you worthy.

 
 
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Ghanyarah's lips lifted into a dim smile. She wanted to take him with her, and Ghanyarah admired her thoughtfulness, though he knew that it would be impossible for her to do so. Still, he liked to entertain the idea as if somehow it might still happen, but until then, he would encourage her to fly on her own. Even if it meant she would no longer have to ride on his back all the time. He felt her voice, and the tiniest of air currents as she flapped her wings, imploring the tree to speak with them again. Ghanyarah didn't know how successful she would be, as it seemed the tree had spent a good portion of energy already providing a song of nature.

He noticed the moth. His eyes followed the insect's flight path as it landed on the trunk and lingered, and he flicked his tongue, but couldn't catch any body heat from it - it was too far, perhaps too small. The reptile remained until the moth took off again and fluttered past them. He couldn't hear its wingbeats, and watched the moth disappear back into the trees. Had it been a sign? He was silent, waiting for the bat's report.



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The sound of the moth's flickering wings is only one of many sounds she is learning to ignore, but as it fluttered back towards them, her nose points towards it. Silently, she watches its zig-zagging path cutting through the air beside them. And off it goes. It had spoken to her with the buzz of its wings, much like the Divine had just moments ago. Many voices. Many beautiful, distant, chilling voices. They call to her. That she was worthy. A gift? Her gift. Lituus.

Ghanyarah wouldn't earn a response just yet. Cetus' silence grows, and finally, Lituus returns her attention to the tree, eyes wide with her usual awe and confusion. She puffs her little chest and hugs her wings to her sides, sinking lower on Ghanyarah's snout. "Thank you," she whispers, though to whom, who knows. The bright smile eases into one more warm and serene in nature. Large amber eyes lid with content before finally closing in contemplation. Was it meant for her? Did she hear it right?

"We sang a lot, Ghanyarah." She lowers her chin to a scale below and opens her mouth just barely wide enough to yawn. "I'm sleepy now." As much as the tree had exerted its own energy, she could empathize. So much excitement for one little bat. Though perhaps she just needed an excuse to think. The shift is almost too sudden.

@Ghanyarah
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He could just barely begin to see her sinking down on his snout. The komodo focused his eyes in on her, but it was hard to focus his sights when the thing he was trying to see sat just between his eyes. She whispered something light and he strained to make sense of it, and he wasn't sure if it was for him or the tree, but Ghanyarah chose to think that it was for the tree - after all, it must have spent some kind of great energy to contact them the way it did. He knew that it was something he wouldn't forget any time soon. The reptile rumbled and backed up into the water again, relishing its cold ripples against his side, as she spoke of being tired.

"We will return to my tree and rest," he promised, hoisting his head just high enough that the water wouldn't threaten to wash the bat off his face. Her song remained lodged in his head, echoing among his thoughts, encouraging him. He would enjoy the nap after such an eventful day.



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