Chasing Butterflies

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Yes, at that precise moment, the ocean in the distance held a magical quality that nothing could replace. It was beautiful, ethereal, even, as if it held the answer's to all of life's problems. Although Mirany knew that that was impossible. The water had always called to the young girl, even though she didn't even know how to swim. Even so, it was one of those rare moments for her to be sitting silently, peaceful and at ease, not running around or playing or doing anything, really -- she was just sitting there, watching the ocean. Also, the water reminded her of her dreams, of what she liked to do, of... her mother. The water transmitted to her an overwhelming desire to sing, just as she had used to.

Even as she was mature for her age, this sort of moment was rare. So rare it was, that this moment of silence could be shattered by a single action of interruption -- snapped like a twig. And that's exactly how it happened.

One moment, Mirany was staring at the ocean, and the next moment, a small white butterfly fluttered in her peripheral view and she was on her feet in a split second, chasing after it. Had she been asked later what she had been doing, she probably wouldn't remember. But maybe that was what made those rare moments of peace so special. Even so, at that moment, she was more intrigued in the butterfly than preoccupied with her previous thoughts.

So she chased the small white insect down the hill, her eyes only for the small swallowtail. The next few minutes happened all too fast for her: she passed the small pond in the center of the forest, and ended up going in a complete circle. By the time she had finally caught the butterfly and it was resting in her hands, she had been back at the pond for maybe the third of fourth time in what seemed like five minutes. Now that she held it, she studied it closer. It was small, white, with no markings on its wings.

So tiny...

The butterfly was, in fact, extremely tiny compared to any human on earth. It's wings were so thin, they were translucent. She was afraid to even hold it any longer, as if it may snap beneath her gentle touch. Alas, she held out her arms and opened her cupped hands, allowing the butterfly to escape and fly away, as free as it had been before. And she watched it flutter its wings, soaring over the air beneath them. She watched it travel to the way the breeze was flowing, and held up a hand to hold back a few stray tufts of hair that threatened to block her vision. Her violet gaze held to the small insect as it flew away and did not move until it had fluttered behind the trees in the distance. Even then, her eyes were frozen to the spot she had last seen it, and she was lost in her own thoughts.

But all she could think about was how free the butterfly was.[/size][/ul]