in a numberless dream they learned to sing a song
A tiger does not belong in the mountains. The thought circles through Neerja's mind like a vulture around a dead snake. She should not be here. She doesn't want to be here, where the trees are dying around her hand the stone is hard and sharp beneath her paws. Each steps she takes makes her wonder why she's still walking through the cool shadows instead of turning home to her heavy, humid jungle heat.
But there is that nagging feeling pulling at her soul and it nips at her like a cub. She dreams of it, that feeling, and it takes on words that dance against her like fronds in a rainstorm. Every night, beneath the moonlight that filters into her jungle, dappled like water ripples, she flies. She's still golden and black but bits of wealth twinkle and sing on her like the song-birds in her forest. The night-sky unfolds beneath her wings and she thinks that this is what she has been missing.
And when she would wake sadness would linger in her shadow like sickness. Each night she would dream and each morning her heart would feel heavier and heavier. The day it started to feel like a stone in her body she left she jungle, following a path that she did not know she knew.
This is how a lion finds herself in the mountains. How foolish was I? I should have stayed in the jungle where the world around me was bright instead gray and cold. All the questions danced her the darkness in the corner of her gaze. Neerja wanted to turn back, she wanted to continue onward until that ache in her heart was nothing but sweetness.
Still, she walked onward until the moon settled to sleep and the sun rose, dewy and still cool over the mountains. Part of her almost wonders why she didn't feel the need to dream and why when this morning came her heart trembled in her chest like a newborn. There is wonder in her to discover that with each step, when the path starts to slope down, the ache in her bones hurts a little less.
Like all great cats she knows she's getting closer and closer to whatever it is that she needs to find.
The air has on a sweetness when she lifts her head to the wind, sweetness and metal and moonlight. It quickens her steps and soon she's running through the trees as if it's a meal she's chasing instead of fate. The trees become nothing more than obscure shadows as she runs. Deer and song-birds pause and watch her, knowing that something dangerous has passed. But they have never seen a tiger and so none of them know enough to turn and run back to their thickets and their nests.
Neerja's stride slows just as the forest starts to thin out and the sunlight stars to filter through bright enough to sting her eyes. Ahead there is a form, all gold and white. There is something heavy in the air around her and when the tiger licks the breeze she finds a name for it. Sorrow and Worry.
Suddenly she knows why she was in the mountains. The jungle seems further and further away, like another life, when she draws out of the shadows and into the sunlight. All she can look at is the pegasus, Moira Her mind doesn't remember recalling the name but her heart does. Oh her heart knows that name in the song that it sings.
It has always known that song.
She waits, as patiently as she can, for the mare to start singing that song back to her.
But there is that nagging feeling pulling at her soul and it nips at her like a cub. She dreams of it, that feeling, and it takes on words that dance against her like fronds in a rainstorm. Every night, beneath the moonlight that filters into her jungle, dappled like water ripples, she flies. She's still golden and black but bits of wealth twinkle and sing on her like the song-birds in her forest. The night-sky unfolds beneath her wings and she thinks that this is what she has been missing.
And when she would wake sadness would linger in her shadow like sickness. Each night she would dream and each morning her heart would feel heavier and heavier. The day it started to feel like a stone in her body she left she jungle, following a path that she did not know she knew.
This is how a lion finds herself in the mountains. How foolish was I? I should have stayed in the jungle where the world around me was bright instead gray and cold. All the questions danced her the darkness in the corner of her gaze. Neerja wanted to turn back, she wanted to continue onward until that ache in her heart was nothing but sweetness.
Still, she walked onward until the moon settled to sleep and the sun rose, dewy and still cool over the mountains. Part of her almost wonders why she didn't feel the need to dream and why when this morning came her heart trembled in her chest like a newborn. There is wonder in her to discover that with each step, when the path starts to slope down, the ache in her bones hurts a little less.
Like all great cats she knows she's getting closer and closer to whatever it is that she needs to find.
The air has on a sweetness when she lifts her head to the wind, sweetness and metal and moonlight. It quickens her steps and soon she's running through the trees as if it's a meal she's chasing instead of fate. The trees become nothing more than obscure shadows as she runs. Deer and song-birds pause and watch her, knowing that something dangerous has passed. But they have never seen a tiger and so none of them know enough to turn and run back to their thickets and their nests.
Neerja's stride slows just as the forest starts to thin out and the sunlight stars to filter through bright enough to sting her eyes. Ahead there is a form, all gold and white. There is something heavy in the air around her and when the tiger licks the breeze she finds a name for it. Sorrow and Worry.
Suddenly she knows why she was in the mountains. The jungle seems further and further away, like another life, when she draws out of the shadows and into the sunlight. All she can look at is the pegasus, Moira Her mind doesn't remember recalling the name but her heart does. Oh her heart knows that name in the song that it sings.
It has always known that song.
She waits, as patiently as she can, for the mare to start singing that song back to her.
@Moira, might feel a tugging on her heart as the night starts to die. It could be an ache in her bones, it could feel like something besides just Isra is missing from her life. Whatever it is, she finds herself drawn out to the base of the mountains. There a tiger will walk out the shadows towards her. There is a silent song playing in the air (or is it in her heart) and Moira might wonder where it came from. Has she been dreaming of the tiger too? When she sleeps does she walk through the heavy jungle? Neerja knows why she has come, does Moira?
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It was a ton of fun writing a cranky tiger. <3
Enjoy! -nestle
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