Chapter 3 Part 2
Stargazing 1
Soundtrack: Brand X Music, Heart of Africa
Your mind and eyes linger on the pack huddle, before twitching to the alert sentries at opposing ends of the clearing. Both females, one Scar-Snout and the other Slack-Jaw, take note of your state of awareness and quietly whistle a good moon rise. You whistle them a similar greeting, before turning your attention back to the sleeping pack. It would be so easy to wake up any one of them, Mother, Father, Light Blue Gray Brother, Pebble Sister, anyone of them. It is so tempting to, for various reasons...but you decide not to do so in the end. You feel like it might be more Grown-like not to do something like that, no matter how tempting.
Shaking off the temptation, you turn your gaze to the trees. The shadows they cast darken and block the great majority of what you could see of the Moon and the stars. You dig your claw into the soil and vegetation and search yourself for other things to do while you wait for someone else to wake up. It doesn't take long for you to give up on that and just head to the nearest tree trunk though.
As you clamber up, you reflect on the feeling that you get from watching the stars. The strange sense of smallness that, while present most of the time around the Grown, is only magnified and truly brought to the forefront of your mind when you look up at those that dwell in the sky. The stars just seem to demand this, this sense of respect when you look up at them. They seem to hold stories that you could only imagine slowly circling and traversing the paths up high. You are sure, somehow, that Those That Came Before may have had things they could have told you about the Helpers.
When you speak of this, most times the Grown gain some sort of look in their eyes. Mother is the one who, you have noticed after several occurrences of this phenomenon, to be the most affected by whatever is happening. Still, the Grown are the ones that generally accept this odd fascination the most generously overall. Your siblings cover a wide range of different responses with the oldest two, Silver Sister and Bright Dark Gray Sister, being the most mocking. Light Blue Gray Brother doesn't really understand your fascination with the Helpers either, but accepts it as just part of what makes you, yourself, part of what makes you Pebble Brother.
The only one who truly understands seems to be Gray Sister. During the nights when you are both the only siblings awake, the sentries don't really count since they are so busy, you two will just stare into the ether where the stars tread. Sometimes, she will tell you stories she makes up about the stars. The Lone One, whom nevers moves, is probably your favourite of the stories she has told. She works on them, her stories anyways, often and is what you have figured she spends most of her time on.
You drop the line of thought as you reach the higher branches that still support you. In your early days, you could reach the tops of the trees but not anymore. Your weight and size limit you in where in the trees you can go, but not so much as to eliminate the better spots for Helper watching. Creating a mental path of branches that still support you, you hop and fiddle your way along to your preferred watching spot.
Your favourite star watching spot is a point high in the trees where two thick branches intercept each other. You found that you can more easily lounge onto one of the two branches on your belly and use the other to angle your snout just right for comfortable Helper observation. As you carefully position yourself, just because it is a comfy spot doesn't mean it is easy or the safest spot, you get ready to lose yourself amongst random thoughts and the stars in the sky.
You do lose yourself, quite readily, for a stretch of time you cannot really tell. The stars lazily floated down their set paths, but you are not experienced enough in their ways to tell time by them. You are only brought out of your introspection by a voice chittering below.
What Do You Do?
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QM Note: Alright, I apologize for the lateness of this part. Things happened and it got delayed. Oh well, things happen. Hope that you guys like this filler. The rolls from before will be revealed!...In the next part or parts. I'm not exactly going to reveal the 1d20 because it is a Random Event roll and I like to keep those close to my vest, so to speak. Trollololol.
Anyways, next week is busy for me. Just letting you know. I won't have any electronic access from Thursday to Saturday so don't expect updates then. I will be camping, tents, fires, s'mores, the works. Hopefully, it will inspire me more. Stars, you know. I tried to get what I feel when I stargaze into here FYI, hopefully I did it justice while leaving in enough vagueness for what you guys experience too.
Deadline is Tuesday, August 25, 2015 at 6:00pm (EST).
Edit: Sorry about the shortness of the part and forgetting to put up the deadline....again.