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YOU WHISPER / THEN HOLDING YOUR BREATH,
place this cup on yesterday's saucer / without the slightest clink.





It is nearly spring.

Even if there were no calendars in Delumine (and there are), Septimus could tell by the character of the forest. Already there is a faint green unfolding of buds on the very edge of the skeleton-branches of trees, the return of what they shed the previous fall; already the heads of small flowers and bits of grass were beginning to poke through a carpet of warm brown ground that was only recently covered by the last snowstorm of the season, which had kept Septimus indoors for longer than he would like to admit. He had already resigned himself to the fact that he would not finish his mapmaking or his species collection before the season was out. (But, then, when did he ever finish it entirely anyways?) He would work on it again next year, he supposed- unless something finally pulled him away from this land, which had already held his attention for a nearly unimaginable two years, in spite of his present mortality.

(He still feels like he has accomplished little, and he wonders if this constant pressure – bisected, as it is, by time - is how mortals always feel.)

He thinks of his home more often than usual, lately. He knows that it is more often than usual because this is the first time in a long time - ever - that he has ever thought about time. Normally, it passes by him thoughtlessly, or he lets it pass unthinkingly. The change of seasons is a breath, or a blink; years are the same, and centuries, even millennia, are barely anything more. He never thought about home, for the first unspeakable, remarkable amount of time that he was gone. Eventually, those thoughts began to creep in, but, even then, they were like birds flying south for the winter. He knew that they were there, and that they would come, but they were so expected and fleeting that he barely noticed them.

He steps out, with a crunch of dry branches that sends a cardinal flittering out of a nearby evergreen, and into a clearing. There are not many in the Viride, even this time of year; the branches are so dense that, even when he flies above the great forest, he can barely make out the ground below. By now, Septimus has walked most of it. When he arrived in Delumine, it was a labyrinthian expanse, though no more labyrinthian than anything he had seen before – and now, having mapped it, it seems almost familiar, almost magicless. He wonders if this is how mortals feel all the time, when they talk about the dangers of the mundane. He used to think them nonexistent, for creatures like him.

A cardinal skips down a branch ahead of him, red feathers fluffed out – and Septimus has seen a hundred thousand cardinals or more, by now, but he still stops to appreciate the way that the mid-morning light sifts through its feathers, curls around it like the gleam of a halo. He’d draw it, if he had a moment, but the sound of his hooves and the shifting of leather is enough to send the bird flying off, a rapidly-disappearing spot of color against the darkness of the woods, and-

And sometimes he has this strange feeling, lately, that makes him innately aware that each passing moment can’t be recaptured or experienced again. He sighs, sealing his satchel again, and adjusts his glasses on his muzzle; it’s probably not worth considering. He isn’t mortal. He’s merely entertaining mortality, and besides-

His mother always used to say that it was like a scar. Once you were touched by it, you could never go back to the way that you were before, and Septimus would still like to return to himself properly, once all of this is over.






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AND RARELY, IF THE WOOD ACCEPTS THE BLADE WITHOUT CONDITIONS
the two pieces keep their balance in spite of the blow


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Messages In This Thread
each one a gift - by Septimus - 09-27-2020, 10:17 PM
RE: each one a gift - by Torielle - 09-29-2020, 10:32 AM
RE: each one a gift - by Septimus - 10-18-2020, 11:20 PM
RE: each one a gift - by Torielle - 12-02-2020, 09:11 PM
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