[It hasn't been so long that she can't remember how it felt to wake in the morning and carefully place colorful flowers into everyone's hair. It's hard to pinpoint how it made her feel-a mixture of comfort, safety, happiness. They were pretty treasures she could collect and share. They were something she could come by and help create, with some water, a few careful words of encouragement, by patting the soil over tiny seeds and making sure they had a place to grow.
It didn't scare her.
And when she looks up at the beautiful pink blooms again, her fingers don't shake as much. She's able to reach for a couple, feel the soft petals in her hand and twist it around her fingers, knowing that the stem's not coming from her.
The pink would look pretty in this dog's fur, is her first thought.
The red that occasionally flickers across her, when the objects that feel like figments of her imagination appear with a blink of her eye, would look even better.]
My heart would be warm. It wouldn't beat that fast.
[And she feels it-the beat beat beat calming as she listens to the dog's words.]
They would make me really happy and I'd play with the flowers all day.
[As Ammy listens to Ren explain, the flowers gently swaying in a warm, calm breeze, she can feel the child's fear and anxiety begin to ebb away. Good, she's glad. It's okay to be afraid, it's okay to even be angry or upset for a time about the situation or circumstances that happened, but...it's not good to let that fear or that hatred blind you to how good something can be if you really and truly experience it in a positive way. There's always room to learn, to make choices to better yourself. To look past your own reservations and grow - just like a great tree sprouts from a tiny seed. It just needs time...
And a little guidance.]
But you stopped because you were afraid? [The wolf tilts her head to one side, and her words are calm and gentle. She's not accusing or pointing fingers, just laying down the facts in the easiest way to see and understand for the little one.] It's alright to feel afraid, little one. Everyone is afraid of something - that doesn't make them any less strong or brave... But losing your love for something because of your fear must be so lonely, don't you think?
[There's a chuckle, and it seems like the wind shares in the joke, because it carries through the air, letting flower petals tickle across the girl's cheeks and arms.] If you'd still like, I could use a helper to help me tend to my garden. You can play all you want with the flowers.
[The wolf may not be able to pinpoint the words that make Ren shudder or understand why it elicits that response to begin with.
Fear does make a person lonely and it's not only because of a loss of love. Maybe it's the fear of saying something aloud, of keeping things hidden because it's better that way and-
It makes her feel lonely, sometimes, to be without Seto. She misses the warm touch of his hand and lives in fear he won't be able to find his way back to her. Sometimes she's terrified she's going to join him. Sometimes she thinks about her disease, about Shin, about the project and-
It gets to lonely to be the only one that knows. That fear warps her judgement, her worries, the way she looks at the world and she doesn't understand how to stop it.
Doesn't, until those encouraging words reach her heart and she wonders, for the briefest moment, if anyone could look at her and think she's brave, the same way this dog is right now.
There's something beautiful about this creature-a god who has taken everyone's fears and turned it into something beautiful. Has taken the time to use her voice to express that sentiment, to offer support, to console her unspoken fears with a bravery that feels contagious. Like there was no reason for her to be scared to begin with.]
[The petals don't scare her when they flutter across her arms and she-
Reaches down to hold the wolf's head against her chest, running her fingers over her head and behind her ears in gentle, soft strokes.]
Okay.
[Because the flowers are beautiful and she wants to be a part of that again. She wants to pick out the perfect colors to lay against this dog's pure white fur and wrap them around her until she looks like one of the blooming trees she's created.]
I'll come by again-I won't let those flowers die. I'll keep them company and then we'll make a pretty crown for you.
[The tender embrace is allowed, obviously, and Amaterasu's eyes slide shut in relaxation as she leans her snout against the girl's arm and leans up to nose and lick her face. What a splendid child, so brave and so filled with life, despite everything. She continues to smile and fill others with her own sort of joy and happiness. She stands up to dangerous and scary things to aid them. It's miraculous, the strength of people who hold love in their hearts - more so than any seeming miracle a god could create. Truly, the most breathtaking miracles are those caused by the lives of people who overcome even the darkest of tragedies, and continue to grow and smile with joy and love in their hearts, like this one here.
It's why Ammy loves them all so.
When they pull away, Ammy nods her head in a sweeping bow, bending at the knee a bit before standing up again to her full height.]
We would all be deeply honored.
[And as if nodding in agreement, the branches of the flowering trees around them shake gently, rustling in a whisper of leaves and flowers. Truly, this child's presence would be a blessing - Ammy can feel it. She is loved by the earth. As Ammy turns to walk back towards the inside of the Monkey Compound, Ren can see a shift as she crosses the threshold of the gate, like stepping through a mirror to another plane. Color dances and spins in her fur, but it's unlike the previous images she's seen before. No, this time the colors are far more prominent, and tendrils of light shimmer off her back, much like the hues of the rainbow flames billowing from her reflector.
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It didn't scare her.
And when she looks up at the beautiful pink blooms again, her fingers don't shake as much. She's able to reach for a couple, feel the soft petals in her hand and twist it around her fingers, knowing that the stem's not coming from her.
The pink would look pretty in this dog's fur, is her first thought.
The red that occasionally flickers across her, when the objects that feel like figments of her imagination appear with a blink of her eye, would look even better.]
My heart would be warm. It wouldn't beat that fast.
[And she feels it-the beat beat beat calming as she listens to the dog's words.]
They would make me really happy and I'd play with the flowers all day.
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And a little guidance.]
But you stopped because you were afraid? [The wolf tilts her head to one side, and her words are calm and gentle. She's not accusing or pointing fingers, just laying down the facts in the easiest way to see and understand for the little one.] It's alright to feel afraid, little one. Everyone is afraid of something - that doesn't make them any less strong or brave... But losing your love for something because of your fear must be so lonely, don't you think?
[There's a chuckle, and it seems like the wind shares in the joke, because it carries through the air, letting flower petals tickle across the girl's cheeks and arms.] If you'd still like, I could use a helper to help me tend to my garden. You can play all you want with the flowers.
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Fear does make a person lonely and it's not only because of a loss of love. Maybe it's the fear of saying something aloud, of keeping things hidden because it's better that way and-
It makes her feel lonely, sometimes, to be without Seto. She misses the warm touch of his hand and lives in fear he won't be able to find his way back to her. Sometimes she's terrified she's going to join him. Sometimes she thinks about her disease, about Shin, about the project and-
It gets to lonely to be the only one that knows. That fear warps her judgement, her worries, the way she looks at the world and she doesn't understand how to stop it.
Doesn't, until those encouraging words reach her heart and she wonders, for the briefest moment, if anyone could look at her and think she's brave, the same way this dog is right now.
There's something beautiful about this creature-a god who has taken everyone's fears and turned it into something beautiful. Has taken the time to use her voice to express that sentiment, to offer support, to console her unspoken fears with a bravery that feels contagious. Like there was no reason for her to be scared to begin with.]
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Reaches down to hold the wolf's head against her chest, running her fingers over her head and behind her ears in gentle, soft strokes.]
Okay.
[Because the flowers are beautiful and she wants to be a part of that again. She wants to pick out the perfect colors to lay against this dog's pure white fur and wrap them around her until she looks like one of the blooming trees she's created.]
I'll come by again-I won't let those flowers die. I'll keep them company and then we'll make a pretty crown for you.
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It's why Ammy loves them all so.
When they pull away, Ammy nods her head in a sweeping bow, bending at the knee a bit before standing up again to her full height.]
We would all be deeply honored.
[And as if nodding in agreement, the branches of the flowering trees around them shake gently, rustling in a whisper of leaves and flowers. Truly, this child's presence would be a blessing - Ammy can feel it. She is loved by the earth. As Ammy turns to walk back towards the inside of the Monkey Compound, Ren can see a shift as she crosses the threshold of the gate, like stepping through a mirror to another plane. Color dances and spins in her fur, but it's unlike the previous images she's seen before. No, this time the colors are far more prominent, and tendrils of light shimmer off her back, much like the hues of the rainbow flames billowing from her reflector.
The great goddess, Amaterasu, revealed entirely.]
May the fresh scent of blossoms protect you, always.