The lights were mesmerizing. So magically, carefully placed. Almost choreographed.
How could they have forgotten?
She moved like a mischievous fox at times, Red.
Easy to camouflage yourself as what humans considered harmless.
Fantastically difficult to understand why, once she stepped out of her foxiness – which she rarely did this close to the village – to engulf her wolfness in all its reddish glow, the people of the valley started shaking, closing their doors fast. Just as heavily as they had slammed their hearts shut to the awestrikingness of Nature ages ago.
” I am Light”, Red spoke out loud. Howling she continued ”Why can’t you see the light in me , humans?”
”Because they can’t see the light in themselves and only light can mirror light.”
Was it the sparkle-adorned tree she was admiring who just spoke? No, her heart had heard his vibrations days ago already. Now her paws felt them .
Craft could not believe he’d found Red before he found Star. Or even before he found Meru and his companion. So, the game was changing already.
”But if they see the light in me, that can spark their own light so bright there is no way there can not be light.”
”The darkenss is so dark right now in their chambers, Way. The moonstones will light the way. We just have to gather first.”
Craft had called her by her tribe name. Way. Red had not heard her tribe name spoken in eons. She knew auspicious times were ahead. Now it was tangible that they were smack in the middle of those times already.
”Craft?”
”Yes, my lovely.”
”Let’s just sit here with this tree for a while. I want to understand the need to light up and adorn what is already perfect and lit up by its soul already. I want to understand that blindness of inner the eyes”.
The two wolves burrowed down in the snow there on the hill. Connecting to the stars above. Listening to the glowing fire underneath the chimneys. Breathing in the crystal snow. Being.
Cecilia Götherström, Dec 8th 2109
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