Sometimes, memories surface of little things.
Things Saam hadn’t really considered all that seriously in quite some time. Thoughts of their youth when they found that even when among the humans, they felt something about their presences that was incredibly foreign. The fact that moments of strange incidents they were able to cause with their voice or a wave of the hand didn’t seem to help either. A sweep of the wind here, a song to spread influence, the way the grass reacted to the way that walked among it. The way water seemed to react well if they behaved in just the right way. Maybe that’s why they were brought along sea voyages even as a child.
The way it felt entirely too natural to end up covered in plants and feel like it was an adornment. The way they could feel like they projected something that shouldn’t make any damn sense. The way it was so easy to practically disappear in a matter of moments.
And the feeling of strangeness was quite mutual – of course. It leads them to have to hide every now and then. To keep on the move. Now that wasn’t too unusual for the story of their colleagues.
But for this foreign feeling to continue among others that didn’t readily age was unexpected. For here, Saam had expected to find much more commonalities. And to an extent, they did. But this feeling of being oddly …not present even among others of their ‘kind’ didn’t seem to make any sense.
In most ways the behavior was similar but those memories of being able to do such little things and yet those they worked with did not – was something they had thought about. Over the years, they hid some of the little things they were able to do. Mostly keeping these things for when they were absolutely alone whether that was at home or out in nature. Not quite able to forget them entirely but feeling maybe it is not prudent to mention these things with company. Besides they were never able to put a finger around why this happened and what this was supposed to mean. After all, they were connected to the people the land, what it stood for. But it didn’t mean Saam should be able to do some of the things that they can.
In these thoughts, Saam could only reflect about how little was actually understood of what it meant to be some kind of embodiment. And wonder how many variations were actually available out here. Since they had their suspicions it was much more than anyone could have expected.