Aurelia
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
The sun beat down on Aurelia's shoulders, its warmth welcomed. The ceaseless rhythm of the sea, the gulls' raucous cries, and the briny tang of the air filled her senses.
She journeyed light of foot and burden, naught but a pouch holding a single, vital seedpod, accompanying her. Her task was simple: to find a haven for this precious cargo, a sanctuary where it might take root and flourish undisturbed.
Thus, she wandered the sun-kissed strand, her bare feet leaving fleeting impressions in the yielding sand. The allure of swift travel, a mere shift of form away, beckoned, yet she resisted. For too long had she roamed the world cloaked in fur. Now, beneath the open sky, she reveled in the simple act of being human, of feeling the sun's rays upon her skin and the sand's cool caress beneath her soles.
The hope was that if she got far enough away from the hustle and bustle of Haulani, she could plant it where no one would bother it - for a time. And time was of the essence, for within that golden husk lay the promise of renewal. What wonders might spring forth from its depths, was anyone's guess, yet Aurelia clung to the belief that good would triumph over evil.
It would seem that hope had become her constant companion lately. But once this task was completed, she would no longer be a passive observer. It was a start, at least.
"Guess I'm planting this one alone, then," Aurelia murmured, her gaze fixed on the golden seedpod nestled in her palm. With a resolute sigh, she turned her gaze towards the treeline, searching for the perfect spot.
She journeyed light of foot and burden, naught but a pouch holding a single, vital seedpod, accompanying her. Her task was simple: to find a haven for this precious cargo, a sanctuary where it might take root and flourish undisturbed.
Thus, she wandered the sun-kissed strand, her bare feet leaving fleeting impressions in the yielding sand. The allure of swift travel, a mere shift of form away, beckoned, yet she resisted. For too long had she roamed the world cloaked in fur. Now, beneath the open sky, she reveled in the simple act of being human, of feeling the sun's rays upon her skin and the sand's cool caress beneath her soles.
The hope was that if she got far enough away from the hustle and bustle of Haulani, she could plant it where no one would bother it - for a time. And time was of the essence, for within that golden husk lay the promise of renewal. What wonders might spring forth from its depths, was anyone's guess, yet Aurelia clung to the belief that good would triumph over evil.
It would seem that hope had become her constant companion lately. But once this task was completed, she would no longer be a passive observer. It was a start, at least.
"Guess I'm planting this one alone, then," Aurelia murmured, her gaze fixed on the golden seedpod nestled in her palm. With a resolute sigh, she turned her gaze towards the treeline, searching for the perfect spot.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
