“I’ll take your word for it, unless I do decide to start dabbling in video editing. Hmm, I might have a new hobby on the horizon.” Erzsi wasn’t really good with technology, but maybe with a little practice she could pick up a new hobby.
“I can tell! I haven’t seen you this happy in a couple years. It’s a great look for you.” She complimented them with a sincere smile. “How do you keep the energy up for the entire show? It looks exhausting.”
“You never know what you might get into.“ Still they appreciated the vote of confidence in their ability.
“Thanks. I had to make a lot of changes to get this happy – so it’s really been a work of process.“ It had been transformative over the past few years – with coming into their true self after years of hiding it or not being aware of it. It feels like becoming a whole another being.
“It looks exhausting but I get an energy from performing that just kind of enthuses me and gives the power and the ability to just channel that sense of wonder into music.“
she’s sitting outside her apartment with her one, so far, bulldog puppy and her cat. said puppy is bundled up like a tiny burrito in a patched together baby onesie and trying to gnaw at her fingers. she gestures at the cat.
❝ she’s okay to pet, but andromeda may nibble your fingers. ❞
“Good to know. I’m willing to risk a little nibble – but giving attention to the cat should be good for now.” With that, Saima bends down so that they can pet the cat. It was just easy for them get along with most creatures – and thus they enjoyed showering them with attention.
(goddess) The Mistress of the Birds. Lindu was the daughter of the sky deity, Ukko. She refused to fall in love with any of the luminaries, the Moon, the North Star or the Sun. Yet, she fell in love with the Northern Lights. After they were engaged, the Northern Lights disappeared. She lamented her loss and decided to follow him. She ascended to the skies and followed him north. The Milky Way is formed from her bridal gown.
As time passes, the energy of the land seems to undergo a transformation. It’s a process that feels refreshing despite everything preparing to rest for the seasons. Spending time in the bogs, in the wider expands of land, Saima finds a way to immerse themselves in the changes that seem inevitable. This happens every year, for millenia, and yet it feels special every time. Maybe it’s because Saima has this attachment to the environment that they can’t help but feel so enthusiastic about the way the leaves fade.
In the casual noise of preparing for the winter months, they take the moment to wander – indulging in a habit, a ritual even of their existence. For what was the fate of the restless but to always be on the move, to always need to go somewhere, anywhere if only for a little while.
A certain magic flows through them – connecting them with the many that they have encountered in the past. The time for All Souls is coming and already the memories of the ghosts and such entities are readily coming to mind. To honor those who have survived in the spite of everything that this place and its people has been subjugated to over the years. To those who create, to those who protect their communities, to those who just try to make it through the day, the respect and honor is something that the entity will always pay in this season. In this time of reflection, they allow themselves a bit of time to remember. So many memories go through their mind, it’s enough to hide away to process even a section of them.
But maybe in that isolation, they find a peace that is often the very thing that they need during this part of the season cycle.
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“There are some days that I just don’t want to go in and deal with things. It’s a little aggravating, but now I will have something to look forward to. Besides the weekend.”
“Yes, that does help immensely,” she remarked, chewing on her bottom lip. “It also helped that he was there for me in one of my darkest times. That helped me heal and forgive him. He really is a changed man, Saima.”
“Isn’t that the truth? I totally understand how things can be that way. Something about finding things to look forward to is really beneficial.“
A nod of understanding. “Well, someone who’s willing to be there for you in such times is definitely someone it makes sense to be into. I believe you – I’ve had a good time in recent times with him. So I have no reason not to think he’s a solid guy.”
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