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thoughtformed2012-01-20 09:49 pm
coimiceoir) wrote in thoughtformed2012-01-20 09:49 pm
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[Well, someone's finally figured out that camera option. The video whips about, smoothly, but too fast to be handled by an experienced cameraman. And it moves in strange ways - one moment three or four feet off the ground, then shooting straight up into the branches of a tree, weaving about at dizzying speed in and out of the long leaves and vines. Then it somersaults to mere inches above the soil and snakes through the underbrush, focusing on the glitter of a beetle, a shimmering spider's web, a moth blending into the bark of the nearest tree. This wild, stomach-churning ride is accompanied by a soundtrack of high, girlish laughter that fades in and out depending on how fascinated the cameraman is on any particular subject. The roller coaster finally stops at the crown of an enormous deciduous tree and pans slowly across the vista of heavily wooded mountain slopes. An arrogant young girl's voice, with a very clear Irish accent, comes from someone off-screen.]
This is nothing like my forest. It's younger. And wetter. The air's all thick with water, and there's no guardian! Not one as good as me, anyway. The animals were frightened of me, at first, and that's a sure sign. Comes of letting all these people ruin the forest. They'll learn better. Till I can find my way home, I'll take care of this place. It will be MINE.
[The last word comes out in an intense, sing-song whisper, and leaves a sort of odd ringing in the ears of the watcher. The camera promptly dives straight for the ground and shuts off just before impact.]
This is nothing like my forest. It's younger. And wetter. The air's all thick with water, and there's no guardian! Not one as good as me, anyway. The animals were frightened of me, at first, and that's a sure sign. Comes of letting all these people ruin the forest. They'll learn better. Till I can find my way home, I'll take care of this place. It will be MINE.
[The last word comes out in an intense, sing-song whisper, and leaves a sort of odd ringing in the ears of the watcher. The camera promptly dives straight for the ground and shuts off just before impact.]
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Everything's better in my forest.