fable name: Wonder
answer:
The sun began to dip below the horizon, a gentle, quiet trajectory followed by only the darkening veil of the sky that begins to blanket over the Fables who serve as the stewards of Dawn and Dusk. Wonder takes a quiet yet deep pride in her station, watching over the sky as it transitions from day to night, and night to day. She begins her ritual, chasing the path of Dusk to Dawn.
Wind blew through the forest with the arrival of Dusk, the last birdsong of the day accompanying the mild caress of a breeze as it danced through tall blades of grass and wiry brush. The gentle step of hooves parted the flora with a reverent grace, light and careful enough to leave no lasting trace of their weekly pilgrimage behind. Raising her head high as the wind ruffled her mane, dark eyes full of the skies purple glow, Wonder began the welcoming ritual with a small smile she could not keep from her muzzle even if she wanted to.
Her sickle horn began to glow as the magic she was graced with starts to course throughout her being, eyes gently falling shut as the last bird finished their song and tucked into their warm nest to sleep. Wonder weaves a dream throughout her woods, soft and filling like honey-sweet milk, comforting like the nuzzle of a dam to her foal. A song weft to comfort the cold ones, to ease the darkness from those who sleep soundly. Legs standing firm on the mossy earth, the beginnings of quiet nightmares are swiftly diverted with a flick of her horn and shift of intention, a shiver crossing the Fables body as Wonder redirects the fearful energy into herself and gives it back to the rising moon.
The sleepsong starts to weave like fog through the trees, a gentle tell from the loving earth that Wonder's magic has done well to reach it's children under the gaze of the Dusk. It fills her silk-soft ears with a warmth that chases the nighttime chill from her fur, but like the summer's first crack lightning, it stops with a jolt. Quickly, hurriedly, it is replaced with a raging dissonance that grows louder and louder, 'fast, have to move, chase it away, go, get out of here, don't hurt me, hurt you first', thundering steps emerge from deep within the forest towards Wonder and her spell. She crushes her eyes tightly, legs bracing against the force of the creature's fear bleeding into her wide open channels and reaching towards her mind.
'No.' She shakes her head, mane hitting her neck heavily as she regains her bearings. Horn still carrying the soft glow from her dream weaving, she turns towards the creature's approach and bows down gently, head low but gaze level with the direction she feels the pounding of clawed paws running, moving, going, going, i'm bigger than you tougher than you stronger than the last thing that hurt me i will show you upon soft earth. The pain of the bear buffets into her with the force of thunder in the height of it's storm as it emerges from the dark, and she lets the tear that escapes down her downy cheek fall freely, some of the bear's pain captured in her tears returned to the earth.
Wonder stands still in the path of the charging bear. And under the glow of the full moon's grace, she begins her dance.
The Fable tilts her head to one side, horn glowing bright as she begins to weave a song of calm waters, the soothing warmth of basking in the sun, and the safety of mother curled around you as you rest. Her head falls to her opposite side, flowing back and forth as she lets the earth guide her movements. Easy like a salmon filled river, she slowly flows across the ground and towards the slowing bear, hesitation beginning to replace their fearful charge as the edges of her magic touch them. Weaving closer, cautious but determined, she opens her heart to the bear, intentions made clear over the channel the bear stumbled into.
I welcome you softly, chasing away your shadows. I give you faith in this earth, through dreams of easy days and full bellies in warm memories. I take your pain and return it to the Dusk. I love you, no matter what.
The bear having stopped fully, soft moss cushioning torn and tattered paws, sits down and drops their heavy head with a fatigue no one should carry alone. Wonder steps quietly up to the bear, the countless scars upon it's hide shining under the cold light of the moon. Face to face, she bows her head, and lets her golden horn glance upon the forehead of the bear. ...Resting. Warm. Tired.... tired so tired.... don't leave, watch, protect... please. The bear curls down to the soft earth, a lush patch of moss gently rising to meet the aching bones and tired head of the creature.
Wonder tucks down beside the bear, her real task beginning as the moon reaches it's peak in the sky. Head raised towards the brightness of the moon, she blinks slowly, completing a part of her ritual.
She nuzzles the bears forehead with a soft breath.
I will watch. As long as you need me to. Sweet dreams, my friend.