by LL Abbott
by LL Abbott
Working Draft to Puzzel Pieces,
from The Forbidden World Chronicles
A new snippet I drafted out recently. While it still needs a bit more fleshing out,
I'm not totally sure why it even came to me at all. I haven't given much thought
to my writing for a good long while. YEARS to be more exact. That said,
Comments and Feedback welcome! Blessings~
Her days with the Old One were filled of much learning. The human body was still so new to Dellasseea N'Syis. She had had little time to become acquainted with its nuances, before being cast through an all-but-forgotten portal of the Great Void, and into the newly crafted organic dimension of the Old One's creation.
After nearly 5 cycles of the ghostly Night Orb within this new dimension, on this strangely tarraformed world, issues began to diminish with what the Old One had termed as Sensory Overload. Still--- There remained those times she endeavored to differentiate between her known sensations [which could include perceiving the sensitivities and passions of those around her], and those garnered by her experiences within this new organic cage of flesh. And though it remained unspoken, the First Born Daughter of the Primal Elements, determined there was a purpose here, far greater than that of her own creation.
It was all so new to her; this physical human cage. Having overwhelmed her so early on, Dellasseea truly relished the new sights that filled her human eyes. And, the many new and wondrous sounds that filled her physical ears delighted her to no end. But, her now-daily excursions into the surrounding forest [which she was only just allowed to negotiate on her own--provided she stayed within the boundaries the Old One had set], were made much more enjoyable once she was able to discern Birdsong from the leaves in the canopy, clattering in the winds, and/or from the rush of the waters and the falls, at the Pool of Swans.
There were sensations, though, that still affected her--- such as feeling the actual embrace of another; like the sensation of the Old One wrapping his arms about her, in what he termed a Hug. To embrace was not uncommon in their Crystalline dimension; though--- while used more by some, certain of others deemed it abhorrent. A distain of familiarity.
In whatever way--- It is one thing to know and another entirely to feel that one Crystalline has been caressed by anther. Within the dimension of the First Ones--The Ancients--what each feels, is the passion the embrace instills. That, and along each other's passion (or passions) of the moment.
It is only by experiencing such a unique sensation, within an entirely divergent realm of existence--one where the touch of and by the appendages of another are physically felt--that the physical sensation is in addition to what the passion of the embrace instills. This human body gave certain of actions whole new sensations.
The Old One had learned of this himself, as he walked--in human form--among his own creation. And one day soon, when he felt the timing right, Dellasseea N'Syis would learn just how keen the Valley Tribes were on this--- Hugging thing.
'They are a very huggy people.' The Old One has been documented as saying.
There was also a matter of the differences in the colors visible to the workings of her human eyes. It had seemed to her that certain colorations no longer registered, and she inquired as to whether she may have experienced a defective optical anomaly. The Old One assured her it was a simple matter of the limitations in the spectrum of this new organic dimension. Another of his own personal experiences garnered during his travels throughout the Valleys below.
So many things Dellasseea still knew no words for; but--- so much time was gifted her in which to learn of this new terraformed world, and equally new dimension. Both previously unknown--- save by the Old One and Eternity's Librarian. And now, by the [albeit self-imposed] newly exiled First Born Daughter of the Primal Elements of the Universe.
It was late when Dellasseea returned from her daily excursion. She had left well before the Great Fire Orb loomed fully over the horizon. And, she could hardly wait to share her accountings, and practice her vocalizations (Nothing was VoiceThought during these sessions), though--- she was not entirely sure he would welcome knowing she had traversed the secreted vale alone. Still, she excitedly relayed her findings, and then waited--ever so patiently--for his teachings and/or explanations.
Original Painting by Susan Seddon Boulet ~The Goddess Series
"You have seen my Pard." The Old One replied.
He turned away unexpectedly, hoping to cut short the conversation. And, his reluctance to offer anything further was palpable; he truly wanted nothing more said to this recounting. It had the potential for being yet another of the rare times, given persuasive reasoning, when he hesitated sharing relevant knowledge.
"I was angry when I created him." The Old One continued; knowing she would not be satisfied until he did share.
"How could you create out of Anger?"
The Old One chortled. "Only the Primal Element of Love could have asked of such a matter." he said, looking off into an unknown distance; into memories of eons past. He turned back to meet his daughter's eyes, and smiled. "Aonstau gave you more than the fair share requested of him for your creation."
In their dimension of origin, Dellasseea would simply have sensed his gratification. Here, encaged within this human form--while she found her Crystalline sensations were in no way diminished; still able to sense any and all emotions--she could witness how the lips broadening across the Old One's face evinced a pleasure of sorts. And, she marveled at its function.
After releasing a deeply drawn breath, she asked, "What angered you so?"
"Does it matter?" he asked in return.
"Yes." she replied in her usual, and stubborn, matter-of-fact innocence.
"How close were you?" The Old One determined an opening to hopefully change her line of thought. "Did he see you? Or become aware of your presence?"
"No, Aunnon." Her demeanor waxed straightaway more reserved, "We did not Bond."
Blessings, LL Abbott