oh fret fret fret I'm writing (which is rare and certainly never made public). ffffff oh. The blurb is from Halafax's point o' view from when she was but a wee fawn and would sit and stare at Bylah from a distance. It should be noted that since she has two pairs of ears and therefore two of every auditory structure and only room in her head for one, her hearing is terrible. k. For L and Bylah for being so inspiring I cannot properly express it.
A "colored" version?
It was a comfort to see him sitting there on his patch of warm earth by the Humming Tree. A comforting terror. The sight of him, fire and smoke where neither should be did not help to soften his appearance. He was laying down and still towered over her. The smell was wrong, wrong, wrong sending signals for feet to stomp and muscles to twitch. It is not easy to understand for a little one who has never smelled death and decay. Yet for all that was wrong she took comfort in his tines, as numerous as the stars themselves. They seemed to be a part of the forest, working with the trees to keep the sky aloft. It was a comfort to see him, she thought as she stood to walk away, it meant the sky would stay for one more day.
If only she could hear its screams.
