Post by bobaTJ on Feb 17, 2024 15:54:50 GMT -5
Reinala Initiative - Feb. 2024
(Eela)
Part 1
Eela's plan was one that made her blood flutter--no, not 'flutter,' not like the beginnings of the mysterious 'crush,' it was more like a frenzied flapping. It was more like losisng control in the air and desperately trying to right oneself, or going too fast to stop when a flashing blue swarm of Hotarhounds is coming right for you and you have to find some way to dodge or they're going to get hurt--
It was a Flapping in her blood, in her chest and throat. But Reinala would be proud. She was sure that the Godborn could appreciate such action toward the spread of Order. ...she hoped she would, anyway.
The sweet tones of Eela's flute danced from the open door of her home. She was still tucked away inside, sitting before her desk with its quill and papyrill sheets, but it was a step toward what she hoped she would be brave enough to do. Would a random blobling enter her home to listen? Probably not. But maybe! That 'maybe' was enough to force Eela to face and defy the Flapping. The more she did it, the better she would be at it, and she had been taking small steps all this time.
The discussions after Reinala's talks were gathering more bloblings every few Numbers. Eela had been happy to quietly share her ideas on the offered topics from the very beginning, even during the talks themselves. Recently, she had tried to bring up her own topics of conversation. She had to be sure of herself. She had to think that maybe, just maybe, other followers of Themis might be interested in her thoughts, too. She had to think that maybe she would be giving undecided bloblings something to consider.
That had been hard, but this was harder.
Just knowing that she would be heard not only playing but stopping and starting, making mistakes and revising, was terrifying. Bloblings tended to acknowledge personal space more now since settlements had begun popping up everywhere, but there was still the chance that someone would be interested enough to come see.
If it was anyone but Reinala, Eela wouldn't know what to do with herself.
...but that was what this was for, right? Figuring out what to do.
The lilac-colored blobling's fingers danced easily over the flute's holes and buttons now. She had found such a passion in music! In this instrument, especially. In the clarity of its tone and the sharpness of its voice. The sound carried and echoed through the mountains when she ventured out alone to play. She had been working on this piece for some time. It was like a pattern for sound. A recipe for tune. Dots and lines told her when to make a higher tone and when to go lower; when to pause and when to hold a note for longer. It was nearly finished, and then she would have to strike out and confront the hardest Flapping she had ever experienced.
It was a Flapping in her blood, in her chest and throat. But Reinala would be proud. She was sure that the Godborn could appreciate such action toward the spread of Order. ...she hoped she would, anyway.
The sweet tones of Eela's flute danced from the open door of her home. She was still tucked away inside, sitting before her desk with its quill and papyrill sheets, but it was a step toward what she hoped she would be brave enough to do. Would a random blobling enter her home to listen? Probably not. But maybe! That 'maybe' was enough to force Eela to face and defy the Flapping. The more she did it, the better she would be at it, and she had been taking small steps all this time.
The discussions after Reinala's talks were gathering more bloblings every few Numbers. Eela had been happy to quietly share her ideas on the offered topics from the very beginning, even during the talks themselves. Recently, she had tried to bring up her own topics of conversation. She had to be sure of herself. She had to think that maybe, just maybe, other followers of Themis might be interested in her thoughts, too. She had to think that maybe she would be giving undecided bloblings something to consider.
That had been hard, but this was harder.
Just knowing that she would be heard not only playing but stopping and starting, making mistakes and revising, was terrifying. Bloblings tended to acknowledge personal space more now since settlements had begun popping up everywhere, but there was still the chance that someone would be interested enough to come see.
If it was anyone but Reinala, Eela wouldn't know what to do with herself.
...but that was what this was for, right? Figuring out what to do.
The lilac-colored blobling's fingers danced easily over the flute's holes and buttons now. She had found such a passion in music! In this instrument, especially. In the clarity of its tone and the sharpness of its voice. The sound carried and echoed through the mountains when she ventured out alone to play. She had been working on this piece for some time. It was like a pattern for sound. A recipe for tune. Dots and lines told her when to make a higher tone and when to go lower; when to pause and when to hold a note for longer. It was nearly finished, and then she would have to strike out and confront the hardest Flapping she had ever experienced.
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