February 13, 2010

The Wilderness

Posted in Homecoming, Yaret tagged , , at 1:05 am by E.V. Svetova

Still ignorant of his origins, but already aware of his magical abilities, young Yaret is in the habit of wandering the wilderness alone. From Homecoming, Book II: Longing:

Yaret walked west obeying the only call he cared to heed, that of his heart. Today, he wished to see mountains. He turned off the road right after he passed the blooming flax fields, cut through the flowery patch crowded with the wooden trunks of beehives, and stepped into the forest.

As he headed deeper into the wilderness, the trees changes from white birches to golden pines. Up and down the hills he went, climbing so high he could see the peaks break through the clouds in the distance, then running downhill, sinking in the mist over the heather-covered peat bogs of the valleys.

Higher up the pines gave way to spruces. Yaret’s sharp eyes could discern each needle, but if he squinted and looked through the thick curtain of his eyelashes, the needles began to sparkle like in winter, frosted to a crystalline transparency. Then, with a little turn of mind, he was able to see the world differently, as if illuminated, the same way a solid green leaf reveals an intricate lace of veins when held against the sun. And so, beyond the usual bird song and insect buzz of the warm summer day, he could truly hear the forest – the glorious harmony of the silver strings, the music that saturates every living thing.

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