The Awakening

STORY A DAY: Sept. 2015
Day 9
Prompt: Write a story based on the Pavane by Faure

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There is but a tinge of light above, the first light of a new dawning day, before the Sun kisses the horizon. The forest of night has gone to sleep. It is that brief time betwix and between, where one day meets the next, receding into the past, giving way to the renewal.

The Centaur trots slowly to where the horizon can be seen, and puts a flute to his lips, and begins to play a sweet melody. A second flute is heard, as another Centaur joins in, both singing the day in through the instruments.

The accompanying harp which led the greeting, continues, the dancing of the Forest Fae keeping time, stepping upon leaves, and hopping up through the trees and bushes in expectation.

Sleepy eyed bunnies crawl out of their warrens, as do the chipmonks, the music calling all to join in the celebration of another day.

Walking with lanterns along forest paths, the Elves lend their voices to the symphony. They stand watcing, all of Gaia’s children, as the great orb begins to ascend. The orchestra is joined by bird song, and the paths become dappled by the light as it filters into through the branches.

Slowly the morning song grows quiet. Each participant turns to tend to that which the day at once requires, and at the same time affords all the Beings who rule the day.