Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Cleric for Hire.

It is a beautiful spring morning. Song birds trill out sweet melodies as butterflies flit from flower to flower on a warm breeze carrying the scent of the distant ocean. Children laugh and play while adorable puppies and fluffy kittens frolic about in the fresh spring grass. There are bunnies bouncing after one another in a merry game of chase. Lambs and wolf cubs sleep together in blissful harmony. There’s a unicorn too, officially marking this as the most perfect and wonderful morning in the history of all mornings.

The meteor that crashes down transforming the scene into a molten wasteland of charred innocence is relatively small. Unfortunately for the bunnies and kittens, it was more than enough meteor to gouge out of the earth a smoldering abyss akin to one of Dante’s seven levels of hell. Space debris can be impressively efficient in that way.

Out of the scorched remnants of the once glorious morning climbs a small girl. Her hair is dishevelled and her shoes are quite muddy (which will no doubt inspire a lengthy lecture from her mother), but she is otherwise unharmed. She idly picks a piece of what may have been unicorn from her hair and surveys the destruction around her. Tears and hysteria follow.

The girl leads a relatively normal life. Despite the local paper applauding her survival as a miracle, she is still regularly scolded by her mother about school, skinned knees, and chores. Several fish and two gerbils have ‘gone to live on a really nice farm in the country’ shortly after she’s lost interest in them. She is very good at gardening.

In November, shortly after her twelfth birthday the old family cat, Mr. Whiskers, falls ill. The girl finds him in his last moments lying under an ancient willow tree. She scoops him up in her arms and begs him not to leave her - Mr. Whiskers kindly obliges. Thrilled, yet terrified, by the cats sudden recovery the girl goes over to her little garden that she so lovingly cares for. She asks the summer flowers to bloom and small sprouts begin breaking out of the Fall earth.

The girl spends the next several years training her ability to manipulate 'life energy'. She learns how to heal injuries and how to inflict wounds. She is never certain if her abilities are natural or caused by the mysterious meteor, but she likes to believe it was a gift from the unicorn. She is currently seeking out other people with strange abilities in the hopes of aiding them. After all, everyone loves a healer.

Mr. Whiskers remains in exceptional health.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Rascally Rabbits.

Sir Wilfred Wigglebottom III

One rabbit, twenty names, and thirty colours can lead to an impressive number of combinations. Out of all of that potential, it was this bunny that was created and not that bunny. Does this all allude to some higher purpose? Did the world need a Sir Wilfred Wigglebottom III and thus he was created to fill that need?

Or did the name simply make the creator smile as she decided that he would look spectacular coloured in rose and lilac?

The answers to such questions may never be known; such are the mysteries of the universe.

Lessons Learned Today:
  • 'Brain storming' can be fun.
  • Water colours are less terrifying than previously thought, perhaps even enjoyable.
  • Drawing on water colour capable paper is incredibly convenient when later asked to use paints on an image.
  • Rabbits are a magical creature and no two look alike.