stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires
In a world where it was completely normal with mutated animals, song-loving and light-giving reindeer, memory snow, and a long list of other undisclosed things, legends of a giant fire bird likely held some kernel of truth.
But no one had seen it in so long that Rory didn't know whether to believe in it anymore or not. As a child he was always bright-eyed, frequently running off into town to see if it'd alighted on the perch yet, but each time Deepfrost ended with another disappointment in that department. Rory had been alive some twenty-seven years, and not a single time had the Spark Bird come down.
Maybe it had died. They only made efforts to feed it once a year, after all.
Then again, the scorch marks occasionally left in the Glade spoke a different story, so while the bird enjoyed its myth status, the general consensus seemed to be that it was still alive. Just.. displeased, or disappointed, he guessed. What had their ancestors done differently? Was the perch too small? Too plain? Was the food they offered not filling enough? Fruit was difficult to grow and difficult to keep. Cold snaps could so easily ruin what apples still grew as the Leafchange days grew shorter.
It was midday on your run-of-the-mill Deepfrost day: blue sky, pale sun, some white clouds drifting by, driven by a lazy wind. Rory had walked into town earlier in the morning, surveying what work had already been done to lay the foundation for the perch. It wasn't exactly okay to level the entire forest just to build a perch, but they had a surprising amount of trees, when you actually took a look.
So far, the perch was..not much. Someone had begun to dig a hole for the center pole, and someone else had carted in some suitable logs, and deposited some heavy stones that could be used for supporting the center pole.
Rory had walked into town, but he'd walked two ponies with him. It was Esaia and Talys, the gray and the black, and they were hitched nearby, both in working harnesses and Talys with a small sled behind her. You never knew when you needed to haul something while building a perch, and from the looks of things, they'd be needing.. more things. Perhaps a few more stone blocks for fortification, a couple of decent trees to make supportive struts out of.
Besides, ponies were useful for hauling the heavier things around the building site. And more importantly, Rory felt calmer when he had a pony or two with him.
He went to stand by Talys, stroking her forehead, and waited for someone else to show up. He couldn't really do any of the heavier stuff on his own, and he guessed if no one showed up, he'd just whittle little ornaments to hang on it later or something.
What's this? Spark Bird perch building! Lots of spaces, curious Outlanders are welcome as well as stubborn Naturals! <3
1.Samuel
2.Amalia
3. Melita
4. Ronin
5. Remi
But no one had seen it in so long that Rory didn't know whether to believe in it anymore or not. As a child he was always bright-eyed, frequently running off into town to see if it'd alighted on the perch yet, but each time Deepfrost ended with another disappointment in that department. Rory had been alive some twenty-seven years, and not a single time had the Spark Bird come down.
Maybe it had died. They only made efforts to feed it once a year, after all.
Then again, the scorch marks occasionally left in the Glade spoke a different story, so while the bird enjoyed its myth status, the general consensus seemed to be that it was still alive. Just.. displeased, or disappointed, he guessed. What had their ancestors done differently? Was the perch too small? Too plain? Was the food they offered not filling enough? Fruit was difficult to grow and difficult to keep. Cold snaps could so easily ruin what apples still grew as the Leafchange days grew shorter.
It was midday on your run-of-the-mill Deepfrost day: blue sky, pale sun, some white clouds drifting by, driven by a lazy wind. Rory had walked into town earlier in the morning, surveying what work had already been done to lay the foundation for the perch. It wasn't exactly okay to level the entire forest just to build a perch, but they had a surprising amount of trees, when you actually took a look.
So far, the perch was..not much. Someone had begun to dig a hole for the center pole, and someone else had carted in some suitable logs, and deposited some heavy stones that could be used for supporting the center pole.
Rory had walked into town, but he'd walked two ponies with him. It was Esaia and Talys, the gray and the black, and they were hitched nearby, both in working harnesses and Talys with a small sled behind her. You never knew when you needed to haul something while building a perch, and from the looks of things, they'd be needing.. more things. Perhaps a few more stone blocks for fortification, a couple of decent trees to make supportive struts out of.
Besides, ponies were useful for hauling the heavier things around the building site. And more importantly, Rory felt calmer when he had a pony or two with him.
He went to stand by Talys, stroking her forehead, and waited for someone else to show up. He couldn't really do any of the heavier stuff on his own, and he guessed if no one showed up, he'd just whittle little ornaments to hang on it later or something.
What's this? Spark Bird perch building! Lots of spaces, curious Outlanders are welcome as well as stubborn Naturals! <3
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3. Melita
4. Ronin
5. Remi
