This week's picture prompt is from Polish photographer Leszek Paradowski. It's not the first time I've used one of his images, and probably won't be the last. He has some fantastic stuff.
This one was definitely a Tricky tale, and it didn't fail to move my story along. (Last Tricky Tale was on Week 205)
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She stood at the foot of the tree and
looked up. He was a big bugger, there was no doubt about that, and she could
feel the energy thronging off him. But there was something more she had been
drawn here for and she knew this tree held the answer. She hadn’t come this far
into the wildwoods of Ferristan to be scared by an ancient overlord, no matter
how strong he stood – and this one was so strong she feared her own energy if
she pissed him off.
Tricky
referred to him as a him, but in truth trees were not to be gendered, although they
weren’t really ‘its’ either; they were far too sentient for that. Plus they did
give off differing energies, much like the feminine and masculine levels within
humans. Tricky hadn’t yet been able to uncover their sex lives. She knew they
existed and suspected it was root based, thus next to impossible to witness.
She could tell when one was putting out energy to attract another and had even
lent her energy to bring them together. She liked to think of herself as a voyeur
among them.
But
all that was by the by when you were faced with a specimen like this: a
dominant, strong, and clearly elder of this particular copse. She wanted to put
her hands on his bark, but it might be too much for her to handle. Sometimes
their energy could run through you and frazzle the ends of your hair – similar
to that electricity stuff they had back before the shift. But there was a
conversation she needed to have with this one, and it would be the only way.
She
tentatively stepped forward placing her feet carefully between his at his base.
She could feel the hairs on her body rise in response to the static he was
giving off. She couldn’t be sure he was aware of her as yet; being so tall he
might view her as nothing but some rummaging animal. She held her hands out,
palms forward and slowly put them onto his trunk. Immediately the bright vivid
green rushed through them and up her arms, into her body. It was so rich and
had such depth she had to take several breaths just to manage it. Oh my!
She
felt his consciousness turn to hers. This tree was beyond ancient for this
land. It was one of the few that had survived the shift. It had been just a
sapling at the time and this particular patch of land had remained intact.
Every tree around it was a descendent of it, save for a couple more, but he was
the eldest. He made that clear through the circles that he spun in her mind,
and the pictures he created.
She
had a couple of pictures for him: the places and people she sought. He knew of
them too; they had been in the area. She checked her excitement and waited for
the next image to project into her mind. And then there it was: the door she
kept seeing in her dreams. But it wasn’t just any door, it was a portal and she
needed to find it. But it was moving in a rhythmic fashion and she didn’t know
why, until suddenly an image of a wave splashed in her face and she fell back,
her hands leaving the trunk, and in that moment she knew: the ocean.
Oh
bloody hell! She’d have to face the unsailable sea, dammit! She’d hoped that wouldn’t
have to happen, even though she’d been drawn this far towards the coast.
She
lay on the ground looking up at this giant, still in awe of his power. She gathered
up her energy, drawing it into her heart, turning it into her yellow gold. Then
she poured it out to the tree, wrapping it round his trunk as a thank you. She
heard a shushing sound and the branches at the top waved. He appreciated her
gift. They would part on good terms.
But
she remained sat there for a moment, feeling a sense of love so pure for this
species. She wished to would reincarnate as one, one day.
’The Wind Blows Cold’ by A.J. Walker
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