[ The forest is as silent as it is teeming. When Banagher thinks of quiet, he often thinks of the lack of human life. How his own footsteps are loud through the fallen leaves, but still small in comparison to the immensity of the woods rising up around them and into the sky. Banagher can't help but look up sometimes when he's not in danger of tripping over gnarled roots, which he can only guess are old. Older than him, even when the Neraki seem too young for their natural wisdom. It reminds him of their presence whispering like shadows on the edges of his consciousness. Their resonance is one that is constant and deep, like that of the planet itself.
Banagher wonders if humans ever seemed that way, once upon a time. History always did seem like a fairytale, no matter how twisted up in itself it became. He thinks about Gliese briefly.
Ginko's greeting breaks him from his reverie and he looks down again. Following the source of the sound, he finds the tree the mushishi sits under. Its leaves are bright, illuminating the furball skittering around above. Luna pops up on the tips of her toes, feelers flaring. Rooming with one of the creatures has taught her that they're not food sources, luckily. With a precision whip of her tail, the bahari tracker tucks her ears back and clears the jump some ten feet in the air to join the furball in the tree. Her claws are nearly silent against the bark. Banagher stops, smiling a bit. ]
Being out here never feels the same way twice.
[ It feels like there's a pulse beneath his feet. ]
[Ginko watches with amusement as Luna makes her leap into the tree, though Adashino isn't feeling much the same way. The sudden presence joining it among the branches has the little creature skittering higher into the tree in its surprise. It peers down at the bahari for a moment before being certain that she was one of those big fun playmates from around camp. A low, cheery buzz resounds as its tiny paws bring it in closer.
Banagher's words voice a sentiment Ginko was all too familiar with. While the paths they tread may be familiar, there was always more to their surroundings than simply the sights. The feelings one carried with them were a large factor, painting a different picture of the same setting with ease. And today, there were certainly heavy feelings all around. Not unfamiliar to the crew, but it had been a while since they had last been saddled with such an experience.
But perhaps the most important aspect of that sensation was the presence of life, always moving, flowing, continuing on its perpetual journey forward. Inspiring and humbling all at once, a ever-present reminder that time and circumstance would always change. One simply had to go along with it.
Ginko musters up a smile, leans back against the tree once more.]
There's always something new to discover. It's the nature of life. A good thing to be perceptive to.
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Banagher wonders if humans ever seemed that way, once upon a time. History always did seem like a fairytale, no matter how twisted up in itself it became. He thinks about Gliese briefly.
Ginko's greeting breaks him from his reverie and he looks down again. Following the source of the sound, he finds the tree the mushishi sits under. Its leaves are bright, illuminating the furball skittering around above. Luna pops up on the tips of her toes, feelers flaring. Rooming with one of the creatures has taught her that they're not food sources, luckily. With a precision whip of her tail, the bahari tracker tucks her ears back and clears the jump some ten feet in the air to join the furball in the tree. Her claws are nearly silent against the bark. Banagher stops, smiling a bit. ]
Being out here never feels the same way twice.
[ It feels like there's a pulse beneath his feet. ]
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Banagher's words voice a sentiment Ginko was all too familiar with. While the paths they tread may be familiar, there was always more to their surroundings than simply the sights. The feelings one carried with them were a large factor, painting a different picture of the same setting with ease. And today, there were certainly heavy feelings all around. Not unfamiliar to the crew, but it had been a while since they had last been saddled with such an experience.
But perhaps the most important aspect of that sensation was the presence of life, always moving, flowing, continuing on its perpetual journey forward. Inspiring and humbling all at once, a ever-present reminder that time and circumstance would always change. One simply had to go along with it.
Ginko musters up a smile, leans back against the tree once more.]
There's always something new to discover. It's the nature of life. A good thing to be perceptive to.