Vraiment un joli rendu, ou pourrait presque croire à une fresque. :)

Merci beaucoup, je recherchais un peu cet esprit aussi ! <3

Now that's a lovely piece of work, that is.

Thank you !

"One day, Brother Coyote was hungry, and saw that his crops did not grow, because Mother Sun had not covered them when she hid from Father Moon. And Father Moon always chased after Mother Sun, never ceasing, in the hopes that he would embrace her, to claim her, to be one with her.

However, Coyote knew, that somehow, he had to bring Mother Sun closer to him so he would not go hungry.

So on one day, he rose very, very, very early - just as Father Moon had collapsed to his slumber from being so tired from his chasing. Clever Coyote knew this, and had planned for this as he always plans, for it is in his nature to make mischief to suit his own ends.

Mother Sun, meanwhile, had just only peeked out from her eastern bed. After all, she did not want to start running after being chased so long by Father Moon!

Coyote jumped up and rose as soon as he saw her rise, saying: "Mother Sun, do not fear! Father Moon has just gone to bed from being so tired in chasing you! I will keep watch while you get ready to start your run again."

Mother Sun lingered, but naturally was suspicious. Why should Coyote now help her, when he always howled for Father Moon?

And so she asked him that same question, though not so directly: "And why should you care, for you always howl at Father Moon ? Why do you not howl for me?"

Coyote replied, ever so slyly: "Oh, you misunderstand, Mother Sun. I do not howl so much for Father Moon, as much as I howl for you; as I miss and worry for you so, when you collapse from running hard into the west. There is no other way that I can mourn for you, when you are not there to help me."

Mother Sun still lingered, but very flattered by Coyote. And even more so that she could not think of a reply. Brother Coyote was not to be denied, and still he spoke ever so sweetly: "Why, if you were to stay just a bit longer - just for me - I could jump over you, and borrow some of your beautiful light to keep me warm."

Coyote's eyes gleamed right up against Mother Sun's rays, feeling her gentle caress. It was no wonder that Father Moon had desired her so, for was she not a beautiful creature? Did she not nourish and bring much happiness to everyone that she graced?

Coyote kept up his pleas: "...And wouldn't Father Moon then be so jealous that he would stop - even for just a moment - and focus his attention on me, instead of you? I think you could get more rest that way. What do you say, just a quick jump from me and I will bother you no more."

Mother Sun paused to let Coyote have his way. That was all he needed and jumped right over her, cupping her rays in his paws to keep them with him as he streaked across her much like a shooting star. And he indeed took some of that light - much to his eternal regret, as her body was blazing, searing hot!

In turn, she had singed his poor paws, and Coyote could not hope to hold such a blaze. Yowling in pain, he tossed her burning warmth onto the ground and instead made fire!

Mother Sun glared angrily at Brother Coyote, only shaking her head and leaving him in a huff. She said to him, as he rubbed his paws back and forth on the dirt to cool them off: "You would treat my warmth in such a way? You can go back to howling at Father Moon until the end of time, but I will no longer stay just for you. But you can keep my fire to keep you warm, and your paws will stay black for all of your days as a reminder of your trickery."

And so it was that at least Coyote had Fire from Mother Sun, so that he could cook whatever food he could scrounge, to live another day and play his trickery. His paws, still black, remains to this day from him to his children and his children's children.

Though perhaps he does still mourn, and yowls...while Father Moon glares on, into the cold night not knowing what had just went on between Brother Coyote and Mother Sun.

But perhaps that is just as well, so that Coyote, Moon And Sun go on, and on and on, in their own ways."

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Thank you so much for this, that's really beautiful ! <3 Happy you took time for it because of my painting !

I meant what I said, and I said what I meant :3

You ARE an inspiration, to me.

Beautiful work.

Gorgeous work Meora! x

Thank you !

<3