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Qit'ria started first by focusing on the sounds of the forest around her. She heard the wind through the leaves of the tree she was perched in. The light rustling against one another, the subtle scraping of branches. She could also hear the birds singing, and there were several types, though she didn't know them by name or type. She counted them. Six different songs in total. Finally there was the overarching buzzing and chirping of a wide variety of insects. She didn't even bother to try and count or discern those. They sort of all blended into one single symphonic sound. She searched around her for any other sounds, and found none.
Qit'ria then began the process of quieting the world around her. She found it easier to work bigger to smaller. Her focus started on the insect symphony. She absorbed it, then began to use that to pick out the individual bird sounds. Slowly, she moved away from the insect noise, and by the time she reached the fifth bird, the insects ceased to exist. Continuing to focus then retreat from the sounds, until the final bird died away. All that was left was the wind through her tree. She smiled. She loved this sound. It was the true sound of the forest, speaking to her. The soul of the forest, the spirit, the heart.
She relished in this sound for a long time, not willing to part with it yet. It truly made her happy, let her feel free. One of the problems with cities was all the noise, all the people talking, all the... she stopped herself. She was deviating. She returned to the sound of the wind, cherishing how it was never the same, yet never different. It flowed through the forest, over her body, through her hair, caressing her skin. She laid there, mewing lightly as the wind washed through her. As she started to drift to sleep, she caught herself, knowing she had to push further. She said goodbye to her friend, and began moving from the sound of the wind in the forest, to the sounds of herself.
It was an easy shift to her own breathing, so similar in style to the wind. She slowed her breathing, focusing on each motion of her lungs and diaphragm, the widening of her nostrils, the subtle movements of the baby within her. She continued to cancel them out until there was one final sound, one she hadn't heard before now. It wasn't a proper noise. It felt like a... hum. With a heavy ebb and flow with in it. The humming increased as her focus fell upon it. She knew what it was. The monster within her, the one that gave her the magic she wielded. The one that caused her to flay that woman.
Her spark.
And it was a happy spark at the moment. It had fed, it had changed, it had pushed the limits, and become stronger. It was sated for the moment, but she could tell, it would want more, it would always want more. And it terrified Qit. How does one stop a monster from becoming a monster? How does one stop a child from becoming its father...? Qit'ria still didn't want to believe those words Faith said, and yet, knew it to be true. So she did the only thing she hope would work, the same thing she intended to do for her child, the thing her own mother never did. She reached out with the tendrils of her soul, and 'embraced' her spark, and held it close. She poured the love she had for her child into the spark.
And even though it had forced her to do something she despised herself for... she said four words to it.
"I'm proud of you."
And she cried.
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Qit'ria started first by focusing on the sounds of the forest around her. She heard the wind through the leaves of the tree she was perched in. The light rustling against one another, the subtle scraping of branches. She could also hear the birds singing, and there were several types, though she didn't know them by name or type. She counted them. Six different songs in total. Finally there was the overarching buzzing and chirping of a wide variety of insects. She didn't even bother to try and count or discern those. They sort of all blended into one single symphonic sound. She searched around her for any other sounds, and found none.
Qit'ria then began the process of quieting the world around her. She found it easier to work bigger to smaller. Her focus started on the insect symphony. She absorbed it, then began to use that to pick out the individual bird sounds. Slowly, she moved away from the insect noise, and by the time she reached the fifth bird, the insects ceased to exist. Continuing to focus then retreat from the sounds, until the final bird died away. All that was left was the wind through her tree. She smiled. She loved this sound. It was the true sound of the forest, speaking to her. The soul of the forest, the spirit, the heart.
She relished in this sound for a long time, not willing to part with it yet. It truly made her happy, let her feel free. One of the problems with cities was all the noise, all the people talking, all the... she stopped herself. She was deviating. She returned to the sound of the wind, cherishing how it was never the same, yet never different. It flowed through the forest, over her body, through her hair, caressing her skin. She laid there, mewing lightly as the wind washed through her. As she started to drift to sleep, she caught herself, knowing she had to push further. She said goodbye to her friend, and began moving from the sound of the wind in the forest, to the sounds of herself.
It was an easy shift to her own breathing, so similar in style to the wind. She slowed her breathing, focusing on each motion of her lungs and diaphragm, the widening of her nostrils, the subtle movements of the baby within her. She continued to cancel them out until there was one final sound, one she hadn't heard before now. It wasn't a proper noise. It felt like a... hum. With a heavy ebb and flow with in it. The humming increased as her focus fell upon it. She knew what it was. The monster within her, the one that gave her the magic she wielded. The one that caused her to flay that woman.
Her spark.
And it was a happy spark at the moment. It had fed, it had changed, it had pushed the limits, and become stronger. It was sated for the moment, but she could tell, it would want more, it would always want more. And it terrified Qit. How does one stop a monster from becoming a monster? How does one stop a child from becoming its father...? Qit'ria still didn't want to believe those words Faith said, and yet, knew it to be true. So she did the only thing she hope would work, the same thing she intended to do for her child, the thing her own mother never did. She reached out with the tendrils of her soul, and 'embraced' her spark, and held it close. She poured the love she had for her child into the spark.
And even though it had forced her to do something she despised herself for... she said four words to it.
"I'm proud of you."
And she cried.
