i dreamed a dream | ane's namings

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

It affects the children first. Their legs grow heavy and their necks start to droop. Fatigue acts like tinder as the fire catches along their nerves and seeps into their minds. It has not yet been an hour and already the foals begin to sink down into snowdrifts.

The middle aged are impatient but the elders and youth circle the young, defiant. Bellows are silenced as the tribe splinters into factions. Hot, fool blood against kind, compassionate hearts. It becomes a stand still that frustration threatens to blast into oblivion.

Impatience growls, “We must move, now!”

Defiance strikes, “Then go on without us.”

The young slip down into uneasy slumbers and eventually the tribe joins them. Tempers, however, are not tampered down nor doused after a rest. And it becomes a cycle, relentless in its attack. The ease with which it begins to break each of them is terrifying as even the most stone strong and weather worn begin to slip off the edge.

“We’ll never find a new home.”

“Just let us die here; it will take less time!”

“I can’t stand it anymore!”

“Please, let’s go.”

Eventually, the gloom hangs over them all. Morose, moody, alone even as they cluster together, their survival hangs on a thread of the finest, thinnest spider's silk. And, in the quietness, a steady stream of softness can finally be heard.

“It has been long, arduous, each hour that we travel. Simple words have revealed a much harder action. And though today is dark cast and we all feel that we are drowning, there is always tomorrow. And the promise of tomorrow is enough to keep us going another day.”

Each hour, each night, the doe repeated this mantra. Until she was known as Promise of Tomorrow. She was their sunrise, their light. And as long as she believed, so, too, would they.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.

[anemosagkelos]

This kin does not yet have a naming dream posted.