Of stars and sprouts
She had never quite felt all there- she had always felt like something was missing, like her balance was slightly too tilted to the left, the air she was breathing was a bit too thin, that she had forgotten or left behind something important- no, essential. She was constantly having to adjust, fumbling and tripping over uneven terrain on flat land, she was slowly suffocating on the air everyone else was breathing, and desperately searching- looking for something that was never there. Staring up at the sky clouded with smog looking for stars you could no longer see.
That one's feet don't quite touch the ground, her mother would sigh wryly shaking her head a smile painted across her lips, Their little star gazer her father would coo ruffling her hair, and trailing behind them her eyes would inevitably once again look to the stars, their course charted as certain as the sun rises in the east, Like iron filings to a magnet her eyes would once again find the stars.
So when she took her first wailing breath of her next life it was only right that her first sight from bright watery eyes was of the life rooted into the ground, the defiant life sprouting from deep roots burrowing into the new planet she would come to call her new home.
Dayashree was growing old. She had felt for years the slow approach of age, no longer could she deny the need for a replacement, the need for a student, a child to take her place.
She had always known theoretically that eventually she would have to train the next vuur vodiet. She had never really had the time to worry about it before, too busy teaching the children, healing the wounded, listening and guiding her people in the will of allaun-coo.
But now as age began to line her face and grip her heart she could no longer ignore reality, no child of allaun had been born to her people since herself and she couldn't help but fear for when she could no longer take care of those who depended on her. A tribe without a vurr vodiet would die. Slowly drowning in the darkness until light returned to them once more.
Eventually a sister tribe would be able to send another vuur vodiet after she died or got too old to play her role to fill the void, to heal their wounds, teach the young, and guide the people. But until then her people would suffer and she felt cold fear grip her heart. But now was not the time for such worries, either allaun-coo would provide her with an heir or they would not and there was nothing she could do about it until then. Gathering up her worries, doubts and fears she surrendered them up to the allaun and focused on the here and now, she could no focus on that now during the height of the star season, laylana was about to give birth to her first child and she could not be distracted by could be's and would be's. Gathering up her supplies and potions she hurried out of her home to attend to the labouring mother.
Too focused on the task in front of her dayashree did not notice the gentle brush of something immaterial along her cheek or the faint sound of chiming laughter from somewhere beyond her sight.
Twelve hours later in the height of darkness just as the planet started its turn back toward the sun, a brilliantly glowing little girl was born.
I'm so sorry, I have no self control. To everyone waiting for the next chapter of the avertable inevitability I apologize I just couldn't get this idea out of my head and the new character I was writing for inevitability was being a butt.