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More tests and such. Yet another Paese dei Balocchi victim.
Giacomo and his story belong to me
Giacomo and his story belong to me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Donkey / Mule
Size 1280 x 966px
File Size 92.7 kB
Listed in Folders
Though path ahead be long and hard, may this blessing shield you from unjust harm. *Draws the celtic symbol for the trinity on the new donkey's neck* You'll find your way eventually, little one. What matters is that you learn from this event, and you try to be better than you were. The rest will take care of itself in due time.
Giacomo: *Tilts his head, looking a little confused and somewhat despondent at the new information. He does his best to find a comfortable sitting position contemplate his situation. His eyes fall longingly on a half-eaten pastry left on the table on the porch of his little paese cottage, knowing food might be his only effective comfort at the moment*
Speak the name in plainest sight
Tis found in day, but not in night.
The birds fly through these endless seas
Though tis not clouds nor gusty breeze
Tis not the name most proper apply
but rather is used to describe
Tis also found on smallest eggs
from spring-bringer's nest twixt mother's legs
Seek the name and then give cry.
Let fate's wheel turn.
Let vengeance fly.
I'm torn between saying justice or vengeance there. Perhaps because both apply. Forgive me. I tend to wax eloquent in such moments when the muse takes me. It is ... a gift of sorts that I have, you might say. The words may be of assistance, or they may be utter nonsense. I'll leave it to you to find out which they may be. *I smile warmly at the donk and run my hand gently down his neck*
Tis found in day, but not in night.
The birds fly through these endless seas
Though tis not clouds nor gusty breeze
Tis not the name most proper apply
but rather is used to describe
Tis also found on smallest eggs
from spring-bringer's nest twixt mother's legs
Seek the name and then give cry.
Let fate's wheel turn.
Let vengeance fly.
I'm torn between saying justice or vengeance there. Perhaps because both apply. Forgive me. I tend to wax eloquent in such moments when the muse takes me. It is ... a gift of sorts that I have, you might say. The words may be of assistance, or they may be utter nonsense. I'll leave it to you to find out which they may be. *I smile warmly at the donk and run my hand gently down his neck*
While I appreciate the offer, joining you here on the island may not solve everything, and I believe an aspect of myself may well already have done so. I can keep you company, though, and maybe offer some small solace of communication using a spell to translate your brays and snorts into human speech.
*Music begins to carry through the air on the edge of the equine's hearing. It is soft, gentle, and sweet as it flows melodically along with that single tremulous querry that all seem to experience whenever they seek after understanding.* The song of translation. Fairies aren't the only ones who can use music for magic.
*Sigh* Unfortunately, no. That's not the reason. Though it is possible he may hold some distaste for you children, his motive is simpler, and that makes it all the more cruel and sad. He's a slave to money and profit. I believe you boys can understand that to an extent, with how much you may have wanted certain things immediately at home, but never could get it. And suddenly you found it on the island. How did you react when you did? True, it's a different level comparing your situation with his, but the feeling is likely very similar. Greed is a powerful force, when one lets it take root in one's heart.
I know, little one. I know. I wish I could take you there, but I can't interfere that directly, especially given how the flow of time travels. You may yet return to your home and family one day. I cannot say for certain. But I can tell you this much. You will be able to make a home for yourself, at the very least, and perhaps find someone to love and be loved by in return.
The one coming isn't going to want to treat you very nicely. Try not to resist him and he won't be rough with you. *sigh* I am ... truly sorry, little one. This is not how your story was meant to be. The very island cries out against it, but is powerless to resist. You will have to learn quickly, little one. But I can perhaps grant you one final gift. You will adapt to your body quickly and well, so that you need not fear those who would use your lack of control as an excuse to do you harm. *I press my fingers to his forehead* Bless you, little one, and have courage.
You will be watched over, little one. Do not fear. There are many who see you, and many more who will stand beside you, though you do not see them. Be patient, be brave, and face your fear. And remember the words I spoke to you. Solve that riddle, and you may yet find the salvation you seek, not just for yourself, but for all who have been taken by the curse. The name alone holds more power than you know. But it must be the right one.
Giacomo: *whimpers and tries halfheartedly to look brave* Okay.
Mario: *looking past you as if you aren't there* Tu, ragazzo! Rimani dove sei!
Giacomo: *trembles and backs up a couple of steps*
Mario: *holding up a hand and pulling the halter free* Ti ho detto di restare!
Giacomo: S-spiacente...
Mario: *nearing him with the halter readied, he hisses* Abbassa i toni. Qualcuno ti sentirĂ .
Mario: *looking past you as if you aren't there* Tu, ragazzo! Rimani dove sei!
Giacomo: *trembles and backs up a couple of steps*
Mario: *holding up a hand and pulling the halter free* Ti ho detto di restare!
Giacomo: S-spiacente...
Mario: *nearing him with the halter readied, he hisses* Abbassa i toni. Qualcuno ti sentirĂ .
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