seething leaves, whirling colors, tracks in the snow
It is dawn, the sun just peaking over the horizon. The Viride forest is blanketed in early morning frost covered with a blanket of dense fog. The temperature is cool on this very first day of spring. There is nothing overly exciting about this particular morning, nothing that would really set it apart from any other day. It is an ordinary morning for an extraordinary thing that is about to transpire.
Mateo can be found soaring above the treetops, casually and with nowhere in particular that his flight takes him. The morning is relatively silent, only the sound of the wind as it travels through his feathers. But unbeknown to him, this relatively ordinary morning is about to turn into something extraordinary.
And yet, there is the sound of a songbird. Her song is carried by the wind and reaches Mateo’s ears. It’s soothing and captivating and altogether beautiful. She flies alongside him, her body a bright and vibrant red whereas her wings contrast her body and remain jet black. Her ebony eye catches his as she continues her singsong. But in the beauty of this moment, Mateo will hear something. “Follow me…” It is nothing but a whisper upon the wind, but there is no denying that it has come from the scarlet tanager beside him. Her look resembles that of a smile, if she were capable of giving him one. Ad just like that, she continues her singsong and flies ahead of him.
As she guides him down into the forest, she continues to beckon him with her song, encouraging him to follow her. And as she breaks through the canopy, she disappears from sight. The forest is eerily silent this particular morning and it will leave Mateo standing within the fog. There is no more song of the songbird, no whispers, nothing. And it is in this silent that a feeling seems to wash over him. Magic envelopes him, washing over him like an ocean wave. The immediate affects are not known at this present time, but Mateo will know that something has happened, that something is vastly different than just moments before.
And out of the silence, he will once again hear the song of the scarlet tanager. And once again, he will hear “Follow me…” Although he cannot see the vibrant red of her feathers, he will hear her song and it will take him on a magical journey. Her song is the start of a journey through all his senses, experienced through his new magic. His hearing will be heightened and the sound that she emits will be seen by him through a different set of eyes (how Mateo perceives this song with his new magic will be completely up to you). She leads him through the forest on a journey, a journey that will take his senses higher.
And then, the song fades away and once again, Mateo is left in a world of silence. And as he looks around, he will see the silhouette of a doe just up ahead. Her eyes are settled on his own, her ears flicking quietly in the forest. The fog is beginning to dissipate and her full form is coming into view. She looks regal and at peace. And then she speaks. “Follow me…” Turning her head, the doe begins to meander through the forest, fully confident that Mateo will head her calling and follow her.
They walk for several moments before she steps into a clearing. She disappears from sight, where she has gone is unknown. But when Mateo steps from the forest, the sun will illuminate his position, the light assaulting him with senses unknown. His eyes will be filled with bright light (how he perceives this light with his new magic is up to you). As he stands in the clearing it is as if time has stood still. There is nowhere else Mateo needs to be.
And then, out of the stillness of the morning, there comes another whisper. “Look around you, experience the world.” The flowers that grow in the clearing seem to emit more smells than normal. Lavender, eucalyptus, and mint assault his nose, their oils fill his nostrils with an aroma he’s never quite experienced before. His magic will enhance these smells (and how he perceives them is up to you) and make them bold.
And then the wind comes. It dances over his skin, whisping through his mane and between each and every hair upon his body. It touches him everywhere as it flies by, making sure no single hair is left untouched. The wind wants him to experience what touch can bring him. It wants him to feel the way the grass tickles at his underbelly, the way the wind moves through his mane. It wants him to experience everything.
And then comes the taste of things on the wind. Magically, the wind carries with it the flavors of fruits that grow on trees in this very clearing, the taste of salty sea air, and the taste of fresh dew in the morning. And if Mateo chooses to dine on the grasses at his feet, he will taste all the flavors of a five course meal in a single bite.
His magic is brewing to life within his being. It is now up to Mateo to experience the world in ways in which he never thought possible. There was so much to learn and experience about this world and it was up to him to decide how he would walk through life.
Mateo can be found soaring above the treetops, casually and with nowhere in particular that his flight takes him. The morning is relatively silent, only the sound of the wind as it travels through his feathers. But unbeknown to him, this relatively ordinary morning is about to turn into something extraordinary.
And yet, there is the sound of a songbird. Her song is carried by the wind and reaches Mateo’s ears. It’s soothing and captivating and altogether beautiful. She flies alongside him, her body a bright and vibrant red whereas her wings contrast her body and remain jet black. Her ebony eye catches his as she continues her singsong. But in the beauty of this moment, Mateo will hear something. “Follow me…” It is nothing but a whisper upon the wind, but there is no denying that it has come from the scarlet tanager beside him. Her look resembles that of a smile, if she were capable of giving him one. Ad just like that, she continues her singsong and flies ahead of him.
As she guides him down into the forest, she continues to beckon him with her song, encouraging him to follow her. And as she breaks through the canopy, she disappears from sight. The forest is eerily silent this particular morning and it will leave Mateo standing within the fog. There is no more song of the songbird, no whispers, nothing. And it is in this silent that a feeling seems to wash over him. Magic envelopes him, washing over him like an ocean wave. The immediate affects are not known at this present time, but Mateo will know that something has happened, that something is vastly different than just moments before.
And out of the silence, he will once again hear the song of the scarlet tanager. And once again, he will hear “Follow me…” Although he cannot see the vibrant red of her feathers, he will hear her song and it will take him on a magical journey. Her song is the start of a journey through all his senses, experienced through his new magic. His hearing will be heightened and the sound that she emits will be seen by him through a different set of eyes (how Mateo perceives this song with his new magic will be completely up to you). She leads him through the forest on a journey, a journey that will take his senses higher.
And then, the song fades away and once again, Mateo is left in a world of silence. And as he looks around, he will see the silhouette of a doe just up ahead. Her eyes are settled on his own, her ears flicking quietly in the forest. The fog is beginning to dissipate and her full form is coming into view. She looks regal and at peace. And then she speaks. “Follow me…” Turning her head, the doe begins to meander through the forest, fully confident that Mateo will head her calling and follow her.
They walk for several moments before she steps into a clearing. She disappears from sight, where she has gone is unknown. But when Mateo steps from the forest, the sun will illuminate his position, the light assaulting him with senses unknown. His eyes will be filled with bright light (how he perceives this light with his new magic is up to you). As he stands in the clearing it is as if time has stood still. There is nowhere else Mateo needs to be.
And then, out of the stillness of the morning, there comes another whisper. “Look around you, experience the world.” The flowers that grow in the clearing seem to emit more smells than normal. Lavender, eucalyptus, and mint assault his nose, their oils fill his nostrils with an aroma he’s never quite experienced before. His magic will enhance these smells (and how he perceives them is up to you) and make them bold.
And then the wind comes. It dances over his skin, whisping through his mane and between each and every hair upon his body. It touches him everywhere as it flies by, making sure no single hair is left untouched. The wind wants him to experience what touch can bring him. It wants him to feel the way the grass tickles at his underbelly, the way the wind moves through his mane. It wants him to experience everything.
And then comes the taste of things on the wind. Magically, the wind carries with it the flavors of fruits that grow on trees in this very clearing, the taste of salty sea air, and the taste of fresh dew in the morning. And if Mateo chooses to dine on the grasses at his feet, he will taste all the flavors of a five course meal in a single bite.
His magic is brewing to life within his being. It is now up to Mateo to experience the world in ways in which he never thought possible. There was so much to learn and experience about this world and it was up to him to decide how he would walk through life.
Should @mateo choose to follow the strange, talking songbird, he will find himself led to a clearing. At first it appears to be a normal clearing; but magic runs deep here, saturating each blade of grass and weighing heavy on the wind. Magic that reaches out for him, that tempts him to lower his head and eat of a grass sweeter and richer than any other he’s known…
Does he dare?
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