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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 5:53 pm
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The sun was high in the sky, glinting off the many pieces of shiny jewelry adorning the body of Sephia, the Goddess of the mountain spring. At least, in her eyes that was her title. The tahtll further up the mountain, an impressive Earth who would always appear larger than he was with his Godly aura, was similar to her. Awoke here and felt he was destined to watch over his little piece of the world. To him, she was the Harvest Goddess. To her, he was the Harvest King. But, even so, they didn't have anyone but each other, the other presence on the mountain they would see every so often. They were not leaders. She, at least, didn't really want to become one. The more B'alam on their part of the mountain, the more trampled the flowers would become. The more noise that would scare away the little animals. And, without flowers, there would be no butterflies or bees.
To get up the mountain, fortunately, was not an easy feat for most. Sephia had once tried to find her way down, just to test the path. Had she not left a trail in the way of claw marks in the dirt, she doubted she would have been able to find her way back up. So the chances of others finding them were slim. Possible, but slim.
Today found the self-proclaimed Goddess tending to a patch of flowers. She held up a little clay pot, filled to the brim with water, to sprinkled over the petals of the flowers. The bees and butterflies steered clear of the drops, as if awaiting her to finish before they would swoop in to taste the nectar and collect the pollen. Sephia would than collect some honey from the hives of the bees, enough for herself and plenty left for the bees to survive.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 6:56 pm
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The butterflies and bees fluttered and buzzed around Sephia's head, making a little halo around her ears. Once the little patch of flowers had their fill of water and the Earth had moved, the little swarm shifted closer to the earth. Some of the butterflies settled on the petals of flowers, extending their long tongues to drink up the sweet nectar while the bees settled further down, digging their head deep into the flower's center. They rose back to the air, little crumbs of nectar clinging to their fuzzy legs as they made their way back to the hive. The nantlil smiled as she watched them go. It vanished quickly for a second as her pale blue orbs fell upon the stranger. The clearing was devoid of most trees, which stood along the edges to create a sort of fence that shielded her paradise from the rest of the mountain. One could only see it well from one of the two trails. One going down and one that went further up the mountain into the Harvest King's territory. The stranger had taken the one that would have started from the bottom of the mountain. Probably for the best. She wasn't sure how the other Earth above would have taken to someone unknown on the mountain. Sephia, however, always took a positive outlook to everything.
"Good day!" she called out cheerily, moving to another spot of flowers to sprinkle with the pot of water. It only phased her a little to have someone unknown to her standing on the edge of her little paradise. He could mean trouble, yes. But he could also just be passing by. Or he could be lost. Either way, if things didn't go well, that was just how it went. She had decided to remain here instead of seeking out others of her own kind for company and protection. Perhaps the bees would protect her since she took such good care of the flowers. They had yet to sting her, even when she collected some of their honey. Or maybe she just smelled too much like a flower. She stood, sat, or lay in them nearly 24/7.
"What brings you up this way? The path only keeps climbing."
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