Sleep-Bringing Flower

[Owlied]

The Story Teller

A legendary, as chosen by the swamp...

The 'Why' Collection: Tales Inspired by the Curiosity of Young Kimeti.

Sleep-Bringing Flower

Why Only One Egg Hatches

As we all know, little foals are curious creatures, and often ask 'why'. It was no different for me when I was a yearling, and that is why the elders told me this story, and why I am now telling it to you.

Back when the great Mother gave birth to the Marsh, she gave only two Kimeti. There was one buck and one doe, and to them was left the task of creating herds. The doe gave five eggs to the earth, and every egg hatched a single foal. Her foals grew quickly. There was now a strong herd to protect and care for one another and keep our kind alive, and it was good.

But these young bucks and does came to be older ones, as our kind often does, and soon birthed children of there own. And, as the Mother willed, every egg of every doe hatched. The foals of many does grew quickly. They ate up all the insects and took up all the land. Bucks stood face to tail, and does stood side to side, and there were so many that not a single creature could move.

With the birth of the ancient one's children's children, there came an even greater time of suffering, where Kimeti were pushed into the depths of the swamp and could not sleep for fear of drowning. But Mother is always watching, and saw how her children were suffering.

Our great Mother knew her mistake, and gave to the marsh the Crocodile. He had powerful jaws and could run quickly on his four legs and ate up many Kimeti. But soon there were too few Kimeti, so Mother shortened his legs and led him to water, and the Crocodile became less threatening to our kind.

Then, Mother made it so, of every five eggs, only one would give a foal - and that foal would be born blind and weak, not like the strong infants before him. When there are not enough of us, on the rarest of nights, our Mother will let two sacks give a foal, and those two foals will be very special and forever connected.

That way, the swamp would never again see too many Kimeti, and we would always be the right number. And that, little ones, is why only one egg hatches...

The 'Beginnings' Collection: Tales of the Beginnings of the Creatures and Plants of the Swamp.

Sleep-Bringing Flower

Red Berries

Many creatures share the swamp with our kind. Some are large and covered in hair, while others are small and winged. But some are no born into the swamp as the Kimeti are. Some things are changed by the creatures of the swamp. This story is about the Red Berries, and how they got their color.

When the marsh was young everything was brown, much like it is today. The trees were brown, and the earth was brown, and the reflection of the sky on the water was brown. Shades of brown were all we knew, other than the colorful patterns given to our skin at birth. But there was a creature with very sharp eyes who was tired of all the brown, and that creature was the Hawk.

One mid-day, Hawk grew so tired of seeing all the same colors, that he claimed he would fly far from the swamp and bring back the most beautiful color he could find and give it to the trees. The other animals laughed, for most of them never left the marsh, and knew of no other colors than swamp colors.

Eager to prove the other creatures wrong, Hawk took flight. No one knows what Hawk saw once he left the swamp, for he never did tell of the other lands he came across, but when he returned he grasped in his talons a bright red, and the other creatures were so surprised that they clamored to see it. Hawk was overcome by the crowd and dropped the color, and it landed on a bush, turning all the berries on the bush bright red.

Hawk thought this was a waste of the color that he had flown so far to find, and he became so mad that his eyes narrowed, and those eyes were passed on to all of his children. But the other creatures liked the new color, and so it stayed, and every berry to grow on those particular bushes always became red.

The 'First Ones' Collection: Tales of Unforgettable Kimeti.

The Legend

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Sleep-Bringing Flower




NAME Sleep-Bringing Flower
ALIAS Sleep
GENDER Female
AGE Mare
SIGN The Familiar
RACE Kimeti
OCCUPATION None
LIKES Clear Weather, Stories, Exploring
DISLIKES Being Alone in Stormy Weather, Deep Water

APPEARANCE More To Come...

PERSONALITY More To Come...

HISTORY More To Come...

FAMILIAR  

[Owlied]

Naming Dream

When she first opened her eyes, everything was Gray.

Her hooves did not touch the dirt, and she was quite alone in the darkness. Save for the unfriendly hushing of the wavering wind between ink colored trees, all was silent. The broken sound scape was constantly threatening, and so afraid was she to fall asleep that she never once closed her eyes.

She had waited so long, suspended in the shade of a sad sky, and the youngling was so frightfully tired- But so suddenly was the filly met by an ocean of swaying orange and violet that her heart climbed into her throat, catching the awe of her voice lest it be stolen by the now dying wind. The angry gray had given birth to a painted landscape. Millions of lazy headed flowers billowed without a breeze before her. They hypnotized, beckoning in a youthful, spring time fashion...This was her home. This is what she had been waiting for.

Heavy eyes and trembling feet followed a trail of burning color to the horizon where an equally magnificent curtain of blues and grays painted the sky. So unfamiliar were these colors, and they stung her eyes painfully, but they shone upon her until her coat became so full it sprang forth a mirror of the lovely pastels. Pleasantly surprised by the death of her once gray coat, the foal pressed on eagerly, seeking solace in the warm field of many colors.

She approached a mighty trunk, having risen to meet her where flowers had once lain. The single tree, heavy with fruit and fowl, bent his boughs to her. Dark fruits split and speckled her coat with brighter shades as they wavered amongst the branches. The filly lowered her head weakly, longing to taste the spilled juices, but they had already joined the earth. A bird called her from her melancholy - no, it couldn't have been, for all the birds slept upon the fruited tree. How strange, she thought, that the winged creatures would be satisfied and recumbent amongst the tilting tree.

The voice whispered again, bringing life to her once flattened ears. She understood the foreign tongue and raised her delicate eyes to the sky - it was the sun who addressed her. The circlet spoke without words, illuminating and warming, and a blanket of soft yellow light draped over her invitingly. Her bloody eyes and aching limbs were caressed by the brilliance of the sun, bringing forth her unquenchable fatigue. Knowing no creature's language, the fawn pleaded in her people's song.

'I tell you, light, I've been so blue...you should think I was Water.
And to rest this day until it's through, would be a welcomed offer.'

Having seen her cold and lonely before time, the sun did not protest. The stream of light he projected settled over a grove of poppies, and the filly followed. She found her home below the heads of those lazy flowers, their scent whispering a thousand tales of starless slumber. The air was heavy with sleep through the day and the birds never rose to greet her, nor did the flowers hide their faces. She waited with the sun 'til dusk, reclining alongside vibrant green stems, but never did dusk come.

Only to blink did she close her eyes, and only for a moment - and forever was she lost behind them...