Do dead parents forgive?
Meadow
11-06-2022, 10:25 PM
The living and dead have been roaming the world side by side since the veil has dropped and now Meadow wanders out in a strange forest. Her spirit is dimmed so that those who are alive will not see her but a call has pulled her out this way. She finds it in the form of a small coyote pup talking to a pile of dirt. Head tilts as she approaches, listening to his pleas, as her heart slowly breaks with each passing moment that his mother does not manifest.
Meadow listens to his cries with a mother’s heart, feeling the need to comfort him but holding out hope that who he is seeking will still appear. Her form is hidden from view, insubstantial and invisible to his mortal eye. A mote of light flickers into existence near the pup, circling around and around him as if trying to touch him but unable to. Understanding dawns on the ghost as she listens to him sing, the frantic, erratic movements of the light speaking of sadness at not being able to pierce through the veil and touch him.
Looking to the mote of light, Meadow dips her incorporeal head in acknowledgement before focusing on her own form and wills it into existence. Her body flickers into life, the earthen hued ghost’s body become more tangible as she appears, standing behind the grieving coyote pup. A song fills her mind and she opens her mouth, allowing it come up and out as she slowly moves to the mound of dirt and pup upon it. It feels as if the song she now sings is meant to be for this boy and him alone, so does not try to stop it as it effortlessly leaves her mouth.
Seating herself next to the boy as the song falls away, Meadow turns her bright gaze to him, offering a gentle smile as she says, “Oh sweet boy. Your mother wants to be here but, for some, the veil is just too thick.” Looking to him, the ghost woman opens her arms, offering a hug to the grieving pup if he wants it. Her form may not be completely firm but, if he touches her, the boy will find some substance it just might… give in a way not normal to living bodies.
"Meadow Lark"
Meadow listens to his cries with a mother’s heart, feeling the need to comfort him but holding out hope that who he is seeking will still appear. Her form is hidden from view, insubstantial and invisible to his mortal eye. A mote of light flickers into existence near the pup, circling around and around him as if trying to touch him but unable to. Understanding dawns on the ghost as she listens to him sing, the frantic, erratic movements of the light speaking of sadness at not being able to pierce through the veil and touch him.
Looking to the mote of light, Meadow dips her incorporeal head in acknowledgement before focusing on her own form and wills it into existence. Her body flickers into life, the earthen hued ghost’s body become more tangible as she appears, standing behind the grieving coyote pup. A song fills her mind and she opens her mouth, allowing it come up and out as she slowly moves to the mound of dirt and pup upon it. It feels as if the song she now sings is meant to be for this boy and him alone, so does not try to stop it as it effortlessly leaves her mouth.
Seating herself next to the boy as the song falls away, Meadow turns her bright gaze to him, offering a gentle smile as she says, “Oh sweet boy. Your mother wants to be here but, for some, the veil is just too thick.” Looking to him, the ghost woman opens her arms, offering a hug to the grieving pup if he wants it. Her form may not be completely firm but, if he touches her, the boy will find some substance it just might… give in a way not normal to living bodies.
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