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kh_drabblechallenge: [217] letting go
title: galleons lap
wordcount: 527
notes: sort-of inspired by the tao of pooh by benjamin hoffman. it's a sweet read if you have time!
The sunlight permeated the sweet dusty air, and the world smelled like a combination of meadow wind and old paper. It was safe, and Sora felt like he should hurry up, go – the Heartless weren’t here, his friends weren’t here, no reports in sight, and the one bear seemed…well…
Pooh was walking away, alone in the book, and Sora couldn’t just leave him.
He caught up with the bear and slowed to walk with him. “Where are you going now?” he asked.
“Oh, nowhere.” Pooh said, in a singy sort of voice. “Though maybe there will be hunny.”
Sora was caught off-guard. Pooh was smiling as he ambled across the field where the hundred acre wood had been. He was singing a little as he went. “You’re not worried?” Sora asked, following.
“Oh bother,” Pooh looked perplexed. “Was I supposed to be?”
“Yeah, about your friends…you know, they’re missing!”
Pooh looked, if possible, more confused. “No, they aren’t. They just aren’t here.”
“That’s the same thing! Pooh, your friends are gone. You’re alone.” Sora didn’t know why he was speaking so urgently. Wasn’t sure why he was so upset.
But Pooh laughed. The meadow was building into a hill, and the bear explained as they climbed. “You’re here, Sora. So is grass. So is sky. So is wind…and probably bees,” he concluded, dolefully. “Though it would be nice if they went missing. (pant)”
Sora didn’t really look at the slope, just climbed. “Aren’t you scared? You don’t know where they are.”
“Well, (pant, pant) not every one is always (huff, puff!) here, you know. Christopher Robin isn’t here and neither is Benjamin, or Darby. (pant) But they aren’t gone.”
“Oh. Good,” he finished, because the ground was leveling out. “That’s done.”
There were trees, come up from nowhere, and they made a circle for Pooh to sit in. He did, and Sora squatted next to him. “You’ve lost other friends?”
“Oh…they left. Sometimes they come here and sometimes they don’t. But they aren’t lost.”
“How do you—“
Pooh pointed his paw out over the meadow. “Because I remember them,” he said, simply.
Sora looked. The sky in the book was broad and blue. It filled the whole world, it and the old, green grass running together and holding everything, ever, in between. His time on the islands, for one. Kairi’s hands and the charm cradled in them. Riku’s lazy, sure grin. They weren’t with him, but maybe that was alright. They definitely weren’t lost, that was impossible in this great blue sky.
“Piglet is somewhere,” Pooh said. “So is Kanga, and Roo. Owl, Tigger, Eeyore, Rabbit. Gopher, and the Heffalumps. Just not sitting here now, doing nothing with me. I miss them here, but,” he smiled, and was wise for a second. “We’re all together, really. No one can be gone, or missing, unless we want them to be.”
Sora understood, finally, as the near-frantic anxiety over his friends faded into a gentle, earnest desire to see them, soon. “So no one is lost at all.”
“Well…that’s what I think, anyway,” Pooh said, already thinking of nothing much but this-and-that and the sun in the sky.
title: galleons lap
wordcount: 527
notes: sort-of inspired by the tao of pooh by benjamin hoffman. it's a sweet read if you have time!
The sunlight permeated the sweet dusty air, and the world smelled like a combination of meadow wind and old paper. It was safe, and Sora felt like he should hurry up, go – the Heartless weren’t here, his friends weren’t here, no reports in sight, and the one bear seemed…well…
Pooh was walking away, alone in the book, and Sora couldn’t just leave him.
He caught up with the bear and slowed to walk with him. “Where are you going now?” he asked.
“Oh, nowhere.” Pooh said, in a singy sort of voice. “Though maybe there will be hunny.”
Sora was caught off-guard. Pooh was smiling as he ambled across the field where the hundred acre wood had been. He was singing a little as he went. “You’re not worried?” Sora asked, following.
“Oh bother,” Pooh looked perplexed. “Was I supposed to be?”
“Yeah, about your friends…you know, they’re missing!”
Pooh looked, if possible, more confused. “No, they aren’t. They just aren’t here.”
“That’s the same thing! Pooh, your friends are gone. You’re alone.” Sora didn’t know why he was speaking so urgently. Wasn’t sure why he was so upset.
But Pooh laughed. The meadow was building into a hill, and the bear explained as they climbed. “You’re here, Sora. So is grass. So is sky. So is wind…and probably bees,” he concluded, dolefully. “Though it would be nice if they went missing. (pant)”
Sora didn’t really look at the slope, just climbed. “Aren’t you scared? You don’t know where they are.”
“Well, (pant, pant) not every one is always (huff, puff!) here, you know. Christopher Robin isn’t here and neither is Benjamin, or Darby. (pant) But they aren’t gone.”
“Oh. Good,” he finished, because the ground was leveling out. “That’s done.”
There were trees, come up from nowhere, and they made a circle for Pooh to sit in. He did, and Sora squatted next to him. “You’ve lost other friends?”
“Oh…they left. Sometimes they come here and sometimes they don’t. But they aren’t lost.”
“How do you—“
Pooh pointed his paw out over the meadow. “Because I remember them,” he said, simply.
Sora looked. The sky in the book was broad and blue. It filled the whole world, it and the old, green grass running together and holding everything, ever, in between. His time on the islands, for one. Kairi’s hands and the charm cradled in them. Riku’s lazy, sure grin. They weren’t with him, but maybe that was alright. They definitely weren’t lost, that was impossible in this great blue sky.
“Piglet is somewhere,” Pooh said. “So is Kanga, and Roo. Owl, Tigger, Eeyore, Rabbit. Gopher, and the Heffalumps. Just not sitting here now, doing nothing with me. I miss them here, but,” he smiled, and was wise for a second. “We’re all together, really. No one can be gone, or missing, unless we want them to be.”
Sora understood, finally, as the near-frantic anxiety over his friends faded into a gentle, earnest desire to see them, soon. “So no one is lost at all.”
“Well…that’s what I think, anyway,” Pooh said, already thinking of nothing much but this-and-that and the sun in the sky.
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Date: 2010-02-16 01:44 am (UTC)Especially this line: he smiled, and was wise for a second. It's just so Pooh.
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Date: 2010-02-17 08:46 am (UTC)ps gorgeous gorgeous icon
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Date: 2010-02-16 05:27 am (UTC)This is oh so very lovely. Such a sweet little piece...
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Date: 2010-02-18 07:08 pm (UTC)This line in and of itself is really amazing, to me. ^_^ Wonderful drabble--sweet as can be. <3
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