Setting; Ro lives in a old, yet massive tree, that is stranded in a meadow of green grasses. Beside it resides a rock, protecting it from the destructive floods. The substantial spring waters derive from the mountains lying east; the snow caps melt each ending winter.
In this tree she had claimed years ago as her own, lives also an abundant species of firefly. Other than that, no creature inhabits the ever growing tree or the surrounding meadow. What lives in the mountains or the forests far bordering the meadow are unknown.
The tree's leaves and the lush grasses that lie below provide her with an adequate amount of food and a small pool filled annually in coorespondance with the flood waters supply her the necessary nurishment of liquid refreshment.
About her; You'd assume that one who lives alone would become overwhelmed with loneliness. Ro has never known company and therefore can not miss it. Thoush she resides in solitude, she spends much of her days in contact with the spiritual world.
She posseses an amazing amount of energy; channeled into whatever suits her purpose.
She spends her time, when not meditating, sculpting or carving the rock and tree with symbols of her 'religion'. She is devoted, though has an unknown purpose. In that aspect she is lost within herself.
Ro, however, is an optimistic creature. That is the reason she was able to live alone for so long.
pleasure;
Ro enjoys munching on leaves freshly dipped in a grass sugar and water mixture of which she makes nearly everyday to her own liking. She especially delights in the sweetness.
She soaks up literature as a sponge would water. This, however, is rare as the only material she recieves is that blown on the west wind.
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fright;
She does fear, though. Fire the most of anything as it can claim life in an instant. Water too, she is aware, but for some reason that does not alarm her. Even though she knows that fire, after the desimation, brings new life she is still fearful. Something within her tells her to be, yet she does not know why.
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Past; Though Ro has no recollection, her parents, as good and sincere as they both were, had their lifes claimed earlier than the usual being. Fire had avowed victory over them. Ro grew without mentors or a friend; that is until Miadyn found her.
The Spirits; for each element there is an analogous figure, of which she; not worships, but confines in or discreetly implores. She holds friendly relationships with some and shaky ones with others; those usually of a fickle personality.
light; symbol of all things good and pure. sweet and caring and gentle. fragil. in occupational union with the earth
wind; the bringer of storms. the cooler of nights. undecided, shifty.
fire; destroyer yet giver of new opportunity. bright and warm, not merly in the physical self.
water; of a different, refreshing view. clean, cool, and calm yet mysterious and potentially, thus, dangerous.
earth; the connector of all. kind, merciful, the beginning and end.
Design; Ro has aboriginal markings (comprised of those shown above) along her wing pods, nails, and back coating. The glow only at night when she is dreaming. Otherwise they are faint, almost watermarked, lines and circles. Her eyes are a deep brown, one that connects her to the earths core. Her body is of a soft blue, making her one with the sky within whom she flies. Two silver earrings pierce her left ear. Silver is a precious metal; and therefore suits the representation of her mother and father.
The Meeting; During the seventh spring storm of Ro's life, Miadyn was blown, wings tattored and body a bit torn to the lone tree. Ro had been grasping the branches when the poor creature landed on the rock. She moaned a bit and then rolled to the wet and matted grasses below. Ro slowly crawled over to her, scooped her up, and brought her between the trunk and stone; the safest of places during the annual week of rain. Ro did her best to accomidate the weaken alabriss though the storm's fury made it difficult. Once the rains had passed and the wind died down, Ro moved the limp, now sleeping creature to a wide branch and laid her there to continue her rest. Ro tended her for a few weeks until her strength was regained. All the while they had begun to talk and become friends. When Miadyn was fully recovered she decided to stay and live with Ro in the old, yet massive tree, stranded stranded in the meadow of green grasses.
Miadyn; She is a kind, ever helpful creature, willing to serve. Loyal and trustworthy, she clashed not with Ro's similar personality.
Miadyn had once lived in quite a large, ancient city north of her current home with Ro. She had lived happily there serving her master and friend when the storm's wind had swept her petite body many miles to the lone tree. Once healed she adjusted easily to her new surroundings, Ro believes she prefers the solitude of the sheltering tree and therefore has not left in search of her past. Content she will stay.
The myth that inspired it all;
A long time ago on the banks of the Hawkesbury River, there was an area populated with trees, but every time in rained and waters rushed down the mountains, one by one the trees were washed into the river below. Every tree except one little tree was washed into the river. All alone this little tree stood there worrying every time the clouds gathered in the sky. Right next to the little tree was a little rock, just peeping out of the ground.
One day the little Tree said to the little Rock,
"You know every time the clouds gather in the sky I get so afraid that it is going to rain and the waters will come rushing down the mountain and wash me into the river just like they did to my family and friends."
"Gee," said the little Rock, "I wish there was something I could do."
So every time the clouds gathered in the sky, together the little Rock and the Tree worried.
Then one day as the Rock and Tree were talking together the little Tree said,
"Why don't we call on the Aboriginal Spirits that live in the land, and see if they can help?"
So they called on the Aboriginal Spirits, and the Aboriginal Spirits came and they made a fire, and sat in a circle around the Rock and the Tree, and they listened to their story...
The little Tree said,
"Every time the clouds gather in the sky I worry that maybe this time that waters will come rushing down the mountain and I will be washed into the river just like my family and friends before me."
The little Rock said,
"I would like to help the little Tree but I don't know what I can do, I'm only a little Rock."
The Spirits talked among themselves then one Spirit spoke and said,
"We have decided with every dawn you, Rock will get a little bit bigger."
Then the Aboriginal Spirits left...
When the sun came up the next day, the little Rock started to come out of the earth, getting
bigger
and bigger
and bigger
When the rain did come and the waters came rushing down the mountain, it would go around the Rock leaving the little Tree to grow, and together they grew bigger and stronger each day.
Then one day the Rock said to the Tree,
"You know, every time it rains and the waters come rushing down the mountain I can feel my foundations start to move, and I think it won't be long before I will crack and be washed into the river, and I will be leaving you."
"No, that will never happen," the Tree said, "for I am big and strong now, and my roots are so deep down in the earth. I will wrap myself around you and protect you."
And the Tree began to wrap itself around the Rock...
And when the clouds gathered in the sky, and the rains came and the waters came rushing down the mountain, it went around the Rock and the Tree. For the Rock and the Tree are so locked together that nothing can part them."
((The Rock and the Tree;
a story of how we can live together
as recounted by Maisie Cavanagh.))
Though of no real relativity to Eurro's page, and thus the reason I do not have it linked on the navigation: just some thoughts of my own, inspired from the story; Let us now be appreciative that we
may live in harmony with one another, complimenting our strengths and aided in our times of weakness. For everyone will benefit from support. Why then is there cruelty? If we choose to live, live in peace, we may grow strong and withstand the trials of this earth. Lean agaisnt one another and surly we will be stronger and more stable than before. One becomes spitful of such help when pride is too prominent. To be proud is not a negative attribute but it is the amount that is blinding. Open ones eyes and see that there truly is strength in numbers, a blessing in the count of us and what we may accomplish with it. Don't be fearful of accepting assistance nor though the act of offering it.
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