Amber
Squashed Muffin
[M:30]
The Unconventional Therapist
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Post by Amber on Feb 11, 2008 20:57:38 GMT -2
There was absolutely nothing stealthy about the movements of the figure. In the wake of the traveler's journey lay bruised foliage, broken branches, and the occasional crimson hint of blood. Blood? Perhaps not. The premise didn't suit this creature who seemingly tore through the dense mass of plants. No - what appeared to be the path of a destructive being in reality ended with a rather exasperated girl who had flung herself down at the base of a large tree. To anyone observing the female, it was evident that she had not intentionally ended up this way - or even meandered so hopelessly into bowels of the island. No, rather, the small figure looked rather tired, bruised, and above all lost. Lost! A fine way to end up. The cascading rivulets of reddened sienna were swept away as towards the sun the features turned, revealing the amber optics that searched the endless azure sky above.
Lost. She knew she was. The girl had been perfectly fine up until the point of her first stop. Having been tired, she'd inadvertently sat down to rest on a fallen log that evidently had been making a cosy home for the resident insects. Granted, she'd sat on their house. They had a right to be a bit peeved. But chasing her down was another thing! Before she'd even taken a look around at where she was running, it was far too late and she'd completely lost herself. But than again, a smile tugged at her features. She really hadn't lost herself. She knew where she was - she was right here! It was where the island had put her that was another matter entirely, although not one of great worry. She'd been searching the known routes for an Amber Eggcorn, and had yet to have any success about the known trails - so maybe getting lost was just fine! If she didn't know where she was, and no one else knew where she was, then the eggcorn might very well be lost too and not yet have been discovered!
The smile widened into a grin across the pallid features. She would find one now, if luck permitted, and if not an eggcorn - surely the way back at the least. That would do just fine and suited her well enough, thus with the realization of her situation, she pushed herself up and brushed off the various particles the plants had released as she barreled through them. Moderately clean and now rested, she held her head high and set off. Off! To find the Amber Eggcorn!
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Amber
Squashed Muffin
[M:30]
The Unconventional Therapist
Posts: 9
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Post by Amber on Feb 11, 2008 23:16:00 GMT -2
The entire world seemed to transform the farther she ventured. There was no more sunlight after a time. Rather, the canopy had begun to thicken, causing the glistening rays to turn a fluorescent emerald color. This hue bathed the entire earth about her, as though she were inside a living gem. That was appropriate, wasn't it? After all - it was amber she searched for, and an emerald would at least serve to compliment the lovely color.
Compliment or overshadow. Would she be able to spy the creamy hue of the eggcorn with the sun being filtered into such varying shades of green? The amber optics shifted in their faceted features as she cast a wide look about her, distinguishing the spectrum of color. While everything was indeed a sort of green, one could almost call it a rainbow within itself!
Off the trunks of the different trees was the light transformed by the underlying tones of the bark. Reddish greens, newly sprung sienna hues, even to a pastel shade of mint as it reflected off a white ash. The earth below served to accent it as the beholder knelt, her delicate digits extending to trace the soil. The land here was fertile, tinging her fingertips near black. It was this that served so well to sustain the lush forests, and to the translucent ceiling above.
She left it there, reasoning an eggcorn would not so easily be shaken to the ground below as it would be nestled above. Perhaps it even grew nearby, although the prospect was unlikely. Varied as the trees grew, they were not the thing of legend although tales did dictate it was only here that this specimen could be found. But found where? That was the question! To find what cannot be found in a place you cannot be found except to be found by yourself. Was that were it would be found? Perhaps.
The area being clear enough and well lit, despite the differentiating colors, she began a more thorough search. Perhaps here, nestled in the thick loam and lichens that scaled the monstrous pillars of nature would she find her treasure. The ever elusive amber eggcorn.
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Amber
Squashed Muffin
[M:30]
The Unconventional Therapist
Posts: 9
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Post by Amber on Feb 12, 2008 0:06:05 GMT -2
Only after having unsuccessfully ventured in and about most of the crevices of the trees that an idea occurred to her. Amber was a substance produced by tree sap, right? It would only be sensible for the eggcorn bearing the same name to be of similar state. The tree sap! Why had it not dawned before?
The current clearing was abandoned post haste as she raced forth, weaving twixt the grove until the green light gave way again to the brilliant golden rays akin to the island scene. The area was more secluded than the last, sporting a much more defined boundary where the sun would again disappear. That area would be searched only after the task at hand was carried through.
The girl approached one of the larger, elder trees within the brief lapse of light and began inspecting it closely, searching for signs of liquid amber. Perhaps if some of the precious substance lingered upon it, so to would grow the eggcorn! Her hands gently caressed the surface of the tree as she scanned it, and then took hold. With keratin nail digging into the bark, she began pushing herself skyward and up into the tree.
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Amber
Squashed Muffin
[M:30]
The Unconventional Therapist
Posts: 9
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Post by Amber on Feb 14, 2008 21:43:25 GMT -2
Leaves scattered into the errant island breeze as she emerged from a gap in the higher foliage. The limbs of the tree were strong and spoke of age - a life sustained for many years of peaceful sollitude in this forgotten place. Content where she had surfaced, the amber optics scanned above and out, the intellectual musing of imagination soaring past the countless treetops and out over the ocean that lay just visible in the distance. It was a gorgeous sight to behold and brought forth the joyous sound of mirth, laughter from the female as she allowed the tendrils of nature to comb over her entire being.
The sensation lasted a great while before she slid down, comming to rest within the labyrinth of the tree branches. The hues surrounding her were deliciously rich, and calming, lulling her into a still state of rest as she lay back against the thick limb.
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Amber
Squashed Muffin
[M:30]
The Unconventional Therapist
Posts: 9
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Post by Amber on Feb 14, 2008 23:30:11 GMT -2
As she lay against the sturdy hardwood, a song began to form on her lips. Softly they broke, the breath of life giving birth to a soft melody. This melody, in turn, became a soft song that wove itself through the spectrum of leaves and towards the sky.
"It's raining like magic, it's falling like starlight, it's raining like magic, it's raining life! The forest is breathing, ferns are rejoicing, it's raining like magic, hey, it's raining life!"
The song was not so much to inspire the heavens to allow their tears to fall upon the planet, but rather a celebratory tune of the forest. Emotion swelled within the chest of the single being as she repeated the verse louder, hailing the world that embraced her as its own. What a wonderful feeling - what a wonderful life indeed.
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