Sherina wrote on 2023-09-27 17:49:39:
@/Newtinmpls
Moonrun, you and your clan seem so peaceful and relaxed, what's the secret of it? And I am curious, except the elemental festival we celebrate each month, do you celebrate for other festivals?
MoonRun’s gentle smile was her first reply. Beside her, a fierce looking Mirror dragon in shades of night and shadow looked inquiringly at her. “If you would rather?” He began.
She shook her shaggy head, and then turned back to the questioner. “Words are,” She paused and finally said “both imprecise and excessively specific.” She smiled at some inner thought or joke.
“I welcome all who wish to stay, for as long as they wish to stay. The wards on my clan’s lands smell of fresh baking, of sun on stones, the scent when you breathe in while nuzzling a hatchling’s temple. For the lost, or the lonely, this is as welcome as a meal to the long hungry. For the sated, the satisfied and curious, this provides the firm foundation for the journey forward.”
“The secret of my clan is no secret at all. It is the compassion of the loving parent who sees an injury and offers healing and comfort – healing alone is not enough. The secret of my clan is in the ageless mischief of dancing hatchlings trying early flight and the elders who applaud and join the dance; for applause from a distance is not family.”
“Celebrations? Festivals are good, yes. Some of us also celebrate the time between. Walking the empty paths where tents once stood, finding an abandoned toy, cherishing the fading scents of foods made for the taste, and not truly for the body.
“Words,” She said, and shook her head again. “Instead of words, I offer you this.” She weaves a whisper of magic, and for a moment the world seems to fade, and in gentle succession come a series of sensations.
The tingle in the air of being next to a waterfall.
The scent of a crackling fire on a cold night
The sound of rain on the sea.
The gentle sense of arms around you, a brief and loving hug.
The bud of a flower, beginning to unfold, one petal escaping it’s leafy confinement as you watch.
MoonRun smiles again. “Offering a place to stay is not the same as offering a home.”