The light of the moons was a beautiful reflection of sparkled luminous dance across the surface of the waters. Its vision would swirl and vibrate each time I lowered my hands to break the calm in a lifted drench of its droplets across my face. It was a fall of each opal sphere that would never moisten my skin, but the heat from flesh would cause each sprinkle to evaporate in mist of steam carried away with the breeze. How was I able to hold the water? I saw the shimmer of droplets I attempted to drench myself with. This time my eyes did follow the motions of my hands moving at their own whims. Lowering to the water, only to watch it part at the point of impact. I wasn't cupping it, but just causing a lifted splash trying to reach me. I was just about to look more into this when I heard another break of the water close to me.
It was a strange sight, one that might have scared young children, but I felt no fear. The kaiila was a foul view, for he had the skin one might find on a hide dragged the whole trip North behind a wagon, then left to close to the fire while attempted to being mended. There was a fury in his eyes that showed a feel of eternity. Immortality. It was the Warrior riding upon this creature that I was feeling my breaths a haze of misted struggle formed into my lungs. It wasn't over fear, it was a simple shock of revering emotion. I knew him, but not. He was here but not really. I just watched him, lost in the luminous silhouette of him. The soft dark shimmer of black hair that traced across his spine, to the scars at flesh, face, and soul that glowed so much brighter inside of him.
When I felt that deep thirst once more scratch my throat like granules of sand slowly filling, like the delicate small glass formed vials one might use to count the ehns. That was when I finally saw him looking to me. I wanted to offer him a cup of water, I had no vessel, so absentmindedly would lower my palms to try to capture some, watching it again part away from my fingers with each attempted dip. My heart was beating in a song of yearning, as I tried over and over again to get the water to offer for him though with each sweep the grains were filling my throat no matter how I tried to swallow.
I only ceased when I heard the pull of string from a bow, watching him aim the arrow in the sky. My eyes followed the flow of shafted arrow and its feathers there were dyed in red, yellow, blue and black mix in the rich lights of the evening sky. There was a flash of light, like a flare of a star that had been struck. The lights were fabulous that designed the dark blue between the glowing stars.
It was then, did I feel the first drop of moisture land against my lips. Evening rain falling against my mouth and I drank fully of its gifted flow. The rain was coming, I wanted to sing. How I loved the rain.
Watched him as he started to turn the kaiila around and ride down the stream from where he came.
"Thank you Warrior, I hope Your hunt is as generous as you were with me. You find what you hunt for, and return home to us"
It was a strange sight, one that might have scared young children, but I felt no fear. The kaiila was a foul view, for he had the skin one might find on a hide dragged the whole trip North behind a wagon, then left to close to the fire while attempted to being mended. There was a fury in his eyes that showed a feel of eternity. Immortality. It was the Warrior riding upon this creature that I was feeling my breaths a haze of misted struggle formed into my lungs. It wasn't over fear, it was a simple shock of revering emotion. I knew him, but not. He was here but not really. I just watched him, lost in the luminous silhouette of him. The soft dark shimmer of black hair that traced across his spine, to the scars at flesh, face, and soul that glowed so much brighter inside of him.
When I felt that deep thirst once more scratch my throat like granules of sand slowly filling, like the delicate small glass formed vials one might use to count the ehns. That was when I finally saw him looking to me. I wanted to offer him a cup of water, I had no vessel, so absentmindedly would lower my palms to try to capture some, watching it again part away from my fingers with each attempted dip. My heart was beating in a song of yearning, as I tried over and over again to get the water to offer for him though with each sweep the grains were filling my throat no matter how I tried to swallow.
I only ceased when I heard the pull of string from a bow, watching him aim the arrow in the sky. My eyes followed the flow of shafted arrow and its feathers there were dyed in red, yellow, blue and black mix in the rich lights of the evening sky. There was a flash of light, like a flare of a star that had been struck. The lights were fabulous that designed the dark blue between the glowing stars.
It was then, did I feel the first drop of moisture land against my lips. Evening rain falling against my mouth and I drank fully of its gifted flow. The rain was coming, I wanted to sing. How I loved the rain.
Watched him as he started to turn the kaiila around and ride down the stream from where he came.
"Thank you Warrior, I hope Your hunt is as generous as you were with me. You find what you hunt for, and return home to us"
