Sylvia cringed. She had been a spirit of the water for as long as she could remember.
Mother Earth saw her recoil.
“Some true warmth is exactly what is needed right now,” she said in her best relaxing voice, as she took the pale hand gently and guided her to a seat of crystal that was cushioned with plump kapok.
Sylvia did as was instructed and took a seat by the flame.
This marvel was not a fuelled fire: no tinder or coal spurned its comforting light, for this was a fountain of universal fire, borrowed from the one incandescent Cosmic flame.
Sylvia watched its opaline colours flash through its dance, climbing from a very large golden bowl, radiating what she felt to be pure and exalted happiness. She sat back and closed her eyes, finally settling within herself.
Mother Earth was concerned, tears quickly sprang to her eyes. There had been an exodus of nature spirits evacuating their caretaker roles arriving at her door of late. They had all reported the very same thing to her of their experience in the world, each with a story to relate, all with the same belittling complaint: Fear.
Fear was not normally within the Kingdoms as a malaise - it was virtually unknown for the spiritual beings who generally and genuinely had nothing to be afraid of.
However, this poison had come directly from an unearthly source - and it had appeared all at once; like a filth-weed in her garden that had crawled its way with subterfuge stealing the goodness from ground and air above, and all around.
“This will not do” she said out loud, draping a fine wool blanket over the now sleeping Sylvia. She then gave instructions to her attendant to care for the troubled youth, and departed the wintered hemisphere for the rocky roads.
Mother Earth was concerned, tears quickly sprang to her eyes. There had been an exodus of nature spirits evacuating their caretaker roles arriving at her door of late. They had all reported the very same thing to her of their experience in the world, each with a story to relate, all with the same belittling complaint: Fear.
Fear was not normally within the Kingdoms as a malaise - it was virtually unknown for the spiritual beings who generally and genuinely had nothing to be afraid of.
However, this poison had come directly from an unearthly source - and it had appeared all at once; like a filth-weed in her garden that had crawled its way with subterfuge stealing the goodness from ground and air above, and all around.
“This will not do” she said out loud, draping a fine wool blanket over the now sleeping Sylvia. She then gave instructions to her attendant to care for the troubled youth, and departed the wintered hemisphere for the rocky roads.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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