Eurydice let her fingers brush the surface of the old tree, patterns are drown in her ebony skin, a present from the old soul living inside. A gift of love and appreciation, the sweet nymph smiles and look at the godlike entity that travels with her. “Please” she urge them “tell me more – I have known only mine and few others now that you have shown me, but I see around me and find myself lost in a world so big. Please, tell me your stories.”
When Eurydice urged them to tell more of their stories, Saima couldn’t help but smile. They always did have a wonderful time when they had the chance to talk about their origins. And to do so in the midst of a dear forest, this only made them feel all the more willing to talk.
“Indeed it can be easy to be lost in a world this vast.“ They sympathize with the feeling of being overwhelmed. “But sure. I’ll tell you some stories – in the beginning, the sky had been connected to a large tree – much larger than anyone could see these days, the creation of the sun, the moon and the earth – awakening from the same source. A crater which had fallen to the earth shaped the lands – seeing that creation was amazing, no one knew what to make of it. And so they could only make stories to explain.“
They smile wistfully, allowing themselves to go back, far back in a way that was rarely allowed. “In those crater shaped lands, many beings came to flourish – Kalevpoeg was the great first king of the area. And there were many tricksters, giants, maidens and nature entities – all of whom still have their stories passed down over generations. Me? I had come to age among these tales, wandering around everything. I learned from the old wizard Vanemuine who had been in charge of song, literature, and folklore. Throughout the years and the struggles of people in Estonia – I’ve tried to keep that mythic spirit alive and encouraged among them. It helps that I’m something of a spirit deity myself. ”
[text] I mean – it’d add a different variety to the kinds of crust you work with. I’d probably use it more for savory pies. But it’ll likely make for a subtle complement to fruit fillings.
[SMS]: That could be delicious. Maybe with a meat and vegetable filling? How would that affect the flakiness, though? I do so love a flaky crust.
[text]Yes with a meat and vegetable filling would be delicious.
[text] it’s probably a bit more stable than you’re used to – but if you mix it in right, you could probably still a good amount of flakiness. just not make too thick of a crust
Well, this is certainly a surprise. Saima knows they don’t usually get visitors at this time. And yet..the fact that this girl knows how to seriously shred is impressive and gets some rather enthusiastic headbanging out of the deity. [m/]
“Oh? Uh, I’m sorry, I … I like the woods so I’m out here.” That was all, really, just a desire to take a break from healing and the city and their homework. The being before them – certainly not human, but unknown otherwise, didn’t seem maleficent, but they were wary nonetheless, tucking the leaves back into their pocket.
“Don’t think you needed to scare me, but it’s okay …” They shifted to draw their knees up to their chest with a bit of a sigh, try to slow their heartrate back down. “Are you also just … Out here?”
“That’s very fair. You don’t to apologize for liking the woods.“ They knew the apology was likely coming out some wariness and/or fear. Perhaps Saima should have known the reaction was to somewhat defend their actions in one way or another. It’s better to own it – but…suppose that in this case it doesn’t apply.
“Pff. No I didn’t need to but I got a little entertainment from doing so. Alas, you just happened to be distracted enough to pull a stunt on. But yes.. I’m just out here more often than not. I usually am in deeper parts so I don’t see people all that often.“
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