〔❁〕Baby, though I've closed my eyes

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  It was a soundless night that evening; she was suprised to hear not a single cricket song, nor the hooting of owls hunting within the night, yet Izu welcomed the quite as a break on her tired ears. The crane had become rather fond of these corners of the woods -- where colored blossomes overgrew within the grasses and rabbits often hopped about for her to snack on if she was lucky. A pleasent resting spot seeing as there were no territorial wolves to cast her out or another wasp nest that chased Izumi towards an early grave -- the girl didn't mind relying on this place as a cozy little resting spot during her time within the forests, and found it easier than constantly seeking place after place to settle each night.

  However Izumi was not ready to go to sleep just yet, and opted to watch the stars atop a large boulder for a while until her eyes and crown grew heavy. Eventually.....

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As the sun was setting, so came golden hour within the grove. The flowers around them slowly brought out the array of bugs and fauna, as they swarmed to the petals and took their nectar or seeds. Although in the midst of these purple vibrants, was a lone wolf. She was tall and white ; looking to hail within tundrian land if not for the few shudders of black upon her pelt — a reminiscence of a Siamese she so thought. Even from afar, could Miriam see a lilac gaze.

an owl flew by, it almost seemed as if they were flying to the stars itself, and disappearing into what now would become the stars itself. Though just into the clouds it disappeared, the sound of it's hooting was within distances away now.. She approached the woman, smiling as the other gazed to the stares above.

"you are looking at the noctua star. They say ravens are tricksters, but have you heard about the owl and the grasshopper?"

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  In the moonlight aglow, came a child of stardust. With lilac fur dusted with locs of white, and eyes like silverlights. The cranebird was confused for a moment and even looked left from right as if it would help her understand where the moonlit fairy had appeared from -- moreso, who she was smiling at...her? Why, had they met before? Yet before the eclipsed fae could inquire with a series of questions, the small woman would approach Izumi with a question of her own, when that she could help but tilt her head at....

  "I'm sorry, the what?" -- what a strange introduction...yet, intriguing, all at once. Perhaps it was the air of mystery that had her strangely charmed, despite the prominent confusion.

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"Owls are night-dwellers while grasshoppers walk in the daylight. An old owl was disturbed as the grasshopper sung it's daily songs, and she had asked for him to cease. But he argued he has a right to sing in the sun just as she sings in the night," As a que, an owl hooted within the distance. The sounds of leaves rustling in the tree had her ears flickered, as an eye gazed toward the sparkling skies. Where the lores happened, begun and spun to the mortal lands as she too shares.

"The owl knew within her wisdom there was no point in arguing. Instead she had said the heavens have given her the God's nectar and offered it to the grasshopper. When he came near, she ate him." A wise old owl who had years to polish their mind and gain an expertise how to warp the world as they pleased. With time and effort so they would ; and yet..

"Admired for wisdom does not mean they are not cruel."

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  "A metaphor, then..." Izumi elaborated in a murmur to the mourning dove's last words, pondering while her lavender gaze drifted thoughtfully towards them; "--A metaphor to mankind, we are the owls -- and though our intelligence reigns superior to most creatures, even we cannot hide from the primitivity of our own cruelty sometimes." at least, this was what Izumi interpreted the tale as such -- it was too easy to get wrapped up in figuring out the message behind olden tales. "Especially when the opposite party shares a different view point, or even a different species..."

  How funny it was; for her mind to flicker back to Kuhn and Reiko just then. As if her own thoughts and the girl's story swirled in a way to become, well, reality.

  Within her own culture, Owls were viewed in a similar light; wise creatures -- said to bring good fortune and ward off the plagues of hardship and suffering in life. There was a particular myth that she'd remembered being told long ago that related to the feathered animosities.

  "Have you, perhaps, heard of the Tatarimokke?"

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"Perhaps so, I sometimes thought it meant to be courteous to our neighbors. Live together, thrive together.." Izumi's assessment felt scholarly, someone who dwelved into the arts of studying and more of an enlightenment, and Miriam admired her more expressed assessment what the story may entail, but in truth there was never an answer. She was always told it was up to the person, and thought at some point it was but a lore to show the most beautiful of creatures, can be absolutely deadly.

And yet if the owl sun away from the grasshopper, and vice versa, would it have ended like that?

But it seems their day was not over! "I have not, but I would love to hear," said the maiden, a twinkle of an eye as she waited to hear of this new lore and story.

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