Of the places a Sprite might birth, Earth is most coveted. A place to bask in abundance, where converging interests promise uncertain outcomes. Sprites who remain at source, with no matters to attend, know nothing of these escapades. To be born is to commit to the adventure.
Occupying vast habitats, Sprites find peace in forests and deserts, rivers and lakes, mountains and oceans. Calmer ones stay dormant as the energetic Sprites lend fury to quakes and storms. These incarnations guide trillions of entities, orchestrating their visions in perfectly reflecting pools.
In the darkness at ocean bottom, the Sprite Ido swirled among minerals of hydrothermal vents. Racing to gather food among a nutritious bacterial patch, Ido was startled by an iridescent creature. Its body cast flecks of breathtaking color in countless qualities of light. Awestruck, Ido relented and chose instead to marvel at the sight.
Ido’s mind wandered, contrasting the gathering of microbes with the formation of stars from dust and gas. Though on vastly different scales and separated by unimaginable distances, one always gives rise to the other.
Ido thought… ‘Yes, the bright one is a Sprite of ancient wisdom! She needs this material’, then spooked, darted away from her light towards the nearest shade.
In Ido’s life only bioluminescent creatures would pierce the darkness. The frigid depths made it easy to grow fond of the warmth offered by their company. This beauty inspired in Ido a longing to be space itself. Where his eyes could rest on starry formations for millions of years before they would disappear.
Sprites lead all manner of lives, acting every way imaginable. For harmonious ones, hurting others is to prick their own hearts. Discordant ones leave a trail of grief. How that happens is clear to those who see the interconnectedness of it all.
Bound by elements they have animated, Sprites’ incarnations may use words to influence those who were taught language. For wild beasts though, words are just scrawl. They prefer to speak in bell tones, growls, shrieks, whistles or chirps.
A few Sprites seek to make sounds for all to understand. One day, Ido would walk among those who speak. And for the first time, Ido’s voice would be truly heard.
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