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FoxGluv
on the Stage du Shiva (CG) |
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| No sooner had Triadondia spoken to the creature, than
the little seahorse perked up its head and in a single quick
breath expanded itself 10 and then 20 times, and then a
hundred times its original size. This was no longer a delicate
seahorse that Triadondia was looking at, but rather an immensely
large and powerful looking dragon. |
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The
Rosy Black And Blue Burlesque (RH) |
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TRIADONDIA: What are you?
THE SEAHORSE: What kind of question is that? I am you
- another invention of that vast ocean in which you now
reside and over which it would appear you have some royal-like
dominion.
TRIADONDIA: Oh very good, excellently spoken, my friend.
THE SEAHORSE: So, is it a friend you take me to be?
TRIADONDIA: Yes, yes, yes! My life has been woefully short
of friends with whom I can converse. All the sea animals
that I counted as friends before now were incapable of
such discussions. Ha-ha... this is something new for me
and something I very much enjoy!
THE SEAHORSE: Well then, there you have it. I am and shall
be proud to call you friend.
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Swirling
in the Cove (CG) |
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TRIADONDIA: You are indeed a legendary creature, my friend.
THE SEAHORSE: And do you think you are any less so?
TRIADONDIA: Well, I hadn’t thought about it.
THE SEAHORSE: Naturally, why waste time with unessential
questions that don’t have anything to do with the
joyful inheritance of this moment we share.
TRIADONDIA: The joyful inheritance, you say? Well, you are
just brimming with surprises. And yes, it’s true -
this was hardly my doing. Where DID this all come from after
all? Is it all just a gift? And if so, why me?
THE SEAHORSE: Upon which version of an answer would you
like me to expound?
TRIADONDIA: Well, a magical and amusing version I would
hope.
THE SEAHORSE: Very well then, so you shall have it. Your
fate is magical because it comes upon you unexpectedly.
It is also amusing because upon its arrival, you surrender
yourself body and soul to the whole of it.
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Miracle
of a Smile (CG) |
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TRIADONDIA: You know, this conversation means a great
deal to me.
THE SEAHORSE: I am just as grateful too you know. Before
your gaze pulled me from the maelstrom, I was…well,
let’s just say I was woefully inarticulate. Didn’t
have a damn thought in my head really.
TRIADONDIA: And listen to you now, a babbling snorkel dragon.
THE SEAHORSE: A snorkel dragon is it? Now you’ve done
it! You listen to me, my big heroic friend. You cannot go
about casually naming creatures. You see once you give a
name to a creature that has no name, it is very difficult
to unname them. Such a name is like glue that sticks tenaciously
to the thing named.
TRIADONDIA: Well, what’s wrong with the name, SnorkelDragon?
I rather like it.
SNORKELDRAGON: Well, I have no problem with it. I rather
like it too. I just wanted to warn you about the dangers
inherent in taking a cavalier approach to the naming process.
You are new to this whole thing and may not yet realize
how many irrevocable powers you actually possess. |
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Pointing
to the Constellation of Love (CG) |
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TRIADONDIA: Well then, my dear SnorkelDragon.
I think we are well met on this highway of light, and so
here is to our friendship and to whatever comes next, may
we see it together.
SNORKELDRAGON: To bigger and better things!
(They raise their arms and toast each other)
TRIADONDIA: Ha-ha, all right then… to bigger and better
things. Though I can’t for the life of me imagine
what could be bigger or better than this.
SNORKELDRAGON: Oh stop! What do you know? The horizons are
limitless in all directions here. The sky is infinitely
tall. The sea and the earth below it are infinitely deep.
Time is a sponge, a soggy orb that turns with every tick
of the clock from one magical form into another. (Seeing
something) Why look, even now, there - before you it
comes!
(Triadondia turns to see at what the SnorkelDragon is
pointing. He is stunned to see a huge wave rising up before
them. A wide crest of white foam rolls up and transforms
itself into a broad phalanx of powerful horses, each with
nostrils flaring and wild eyes locked as one upon them.) |
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