07-31-2018, 05:30 AM
Tossing more roughage to the cart, I smiled and gave a chuckle. I missed doing this.
"E make, e hahau!" The cool mornings lent themselves well to simple work as my hooves felled more. (Breathe, Strike!)
There wasn't much to this. A lashing hoof, and I could remiss to being back home.
"Eia hou. E make, e hahau!" (Again. Breathe, Strike!)
The morning mist was a bit heavier this morning. Even my own hooves carried far when they hit the bamboo.
Most of the path was clear, outside a bit of a snarl that had been leaning for a good while.
The hurricane was the final straw. And being an off day, as good a place as any to help with cleanup around the isle.
Sunlight had started to burn through some of the mist when I heard the first sounds of travelers to the abbey.
"ʻO ke kaikunāne." I offered, approaching with a new set to toss in the cart. (Apologies brother.)
A look around to the quiet still, and following upon such with "kaikaina ian, I am sorry."
A smile, and a shake of the head to absolve mischief implied here. He gestured about the cleared road.
"Yes. Most fell during the storms."
"If you wished a sit a spell before your ascent back?" My own hoof waving to a cleared stone bench.
A bow and smile my answer. "I might partake of an answer, but you tend to be a reflective one brother ian."
"Hmm.." A look about once more, and finally in the nature of good company asserting itself, in the silence. I continued.
"I am loathe to leave a void about while you recover. Perhaps then, I might offer a tale of your choosing to pass time until you feel ready to continue?"
"I am not the best of storytellers, but, I may still weave a tale or two."
Silence stretched on for a time, before Ian decided, pointing to me.
"I, er, are you sure? Me, me?"
A nod answered me, and my thoughts to sit and drift back, filtering in and out of the swirling mists of the past.
I shifted back into the now, with ian gently tapping my snout. "I'm fine." my response quickly earning a frown from a fellow believer.
Chuckling, in a little, my mood lightened for a second. "It will be. But perhaps a good point to begin a story with."
"What can you tell me about october that you know?" A shrug and point to the lips had me rolling my eyes for a second. "Right, rhetorical question. Sorry."
"October is a golden gilded lily."
"It shines. It glows. So brightly that one might marvel at its hue."
"October, dear october, for all its glitter. For all its gold, belies a corrupted heart."
"It offers such a sweet scent to those landing. But I shall not harp farther, ive not the fingers for it."
A smile, and giggle in a little from ian.
"We shall go back into the mists of time, of my journey here. To escape the forgotten wild."
"I can give them words, but it seems that at least, I might offer a better way, for my words are not up to conveying this with the levity of such."
"It's up to you, but I at least feel it fair with your vows unable to ask in words what my words give."
Describing darnathi, whatever they do, my words do it injustice. It is a touch, different, there is respect given, trust implied and laid bare.
I could no more tell you how brother ian did what he did, save he was there.
I smiled, and closed my eyes. Through the dark i waded, letting memory flow, surround and bouy me.
"E make, e hahau!" The cool mornings lent themselves well to simple work as my hooves felled more. (Breathe, Strike!)
There wasn't much to this. A lashing hoof, and I could remiss to being back home.
"Eia hou. E make, e hahau!" (Again. Breathe, Strike!)
The morning mist was a bit heavier this morning. Even my own hooves carried far when they hit the bamboo.
Most of the path was clear, outside a bit of a snarl that had been leaning for a good while.
The hurricane was the final straw. And being an off day, as good a place as any to help with cleanup around the isle.
Sunlight had started to burn through some of the mist when I heard the first sounds of travelers to the abbey.
"ʻO ke kaikunāne." I offered, approaching with a new set to toss in the cart. (Apologies brother.)
A look around to the quiet still, and following upon such with "kaikaina ian, I am sorry."
A smile, and a shake of the head to absolve mischief implied here. He gestured about the cleared road.
"Yes. Most fell during the storms."
"If you wished a sit a spell before your ascent back?" My own hoof waving to a cleared stone bench.
A bow and smile my answer. "I might partake of an answer, but you tend to be a reflective one brother ian."
"Hmm.." A look about once more, and finally in the nature of good company asserting itself, in the silence. I continued.
"I am loathe to leave a void about while you recover. Perhaps then, I might offer a tale of your choosing to pass time until you feel ready to continue?"
"I am not the best of storytellers, but, I may still weave a tale or two."
Silence stretched on for a time, before Ian decided, pointing to me.
"I, er, are you sure? Me, me?"
A nod answered me, and my thoughts to sit and drift back, filtering in and out of the swirling mists of the past.
I shifted back into the now, with ian gently tapping my snout. "I'm fine." my response quickly earning a frown from a fellow believer.
Chuckling, in a little, my mood lightened for a second. "It will be. But perhaps a good point to begin a story with."
"What can you tell me about october that you know?" A shrug and point to the lips had me rolling my eyes for a second. "Right, rhetorical question. Sorry."
"October is a golden gilded lily."
"It shines. It glows. So brightly that one might marvel at its hue."
"October, dear october, for all its glitter. For all its gold, belies a corrupted heart."
"It offers such a sweet scent to those landing. But I shall not harp farther, ive not the fingers for it."
A smile, and giggle in a little from ian.
"We shall go back into the mists of time, of my journey here. To escape the forgotten wild."
"I can give them words, but it seems that at least, I might offer a better way, for my words are not up to conveying this with the levity of such."
"It's up to you, but I at least feel it fair with your vows unable to ask in words what my words give."
Describing darnathi, whatever they do, my words do it injustice. It is a touch, different, there is respect given, trust implied and laid bare.
I could no more tell you how brother ian did what he did, save he was there.
I smiled, and closed my eyes. Through the dark i waded, letting memory flow, surround and bouy me.
Music is the language that we all share. Dance well to your own inner tune.