The moon is serene overhead, and the scent of roses is on the air, mingling with the scent of cut grass. And yet, something is distracting you, some shadow or trouble or nightmare.
She comes galloping on the wind, racing an owl, trailing behind when you first see her, yet she is the first to touch the tiny bud on the wild-looking rose bush, high over your head. The owl laughs and turns, diving down to grab an unfortunate mouse and fly away with it.
Dorcha, however, stays, wandering through the garden to smell the different flowers. Each rose has a distinct scent, and she pronounces her judgment on them all as you talk.
Dorcha is a sphynx, though sometimes she looks more like a griffin and sometimes more like a winged girl and sometimes more like a centaur--and sometimes, when she looks at you, just like a girl, with no wings or tails, no talons or hooves at all. She invites you to ask questions, but always turns them on their heads--she's willing to have definite opinions about roses and dandelions and lilies of the valley, but despite your chosen avatar, she is quite firm that you are not a flower, and you must answer your own riddles.
But still, turning each problem on its head offers insight and inspiration. If you always look at a riddle the same way, it always remains the same mystery it was when you first heard--or posed--it, after all.
And each puzzle is just as much itself as each flower. Epona challenges you to enjoy them all, their shapes and scents and colors (and sometimes tastes), just as she enjoys flowers. The scent of the roses increases, somehow, when she munches on a petal or two and smiles, and asks, "Want to race?"
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Epona's Wild Daughter
Date: 2017-06-10 03:31 am (UTC)She comes galloping on the wind, racing an owl, trailing behind when you first see her, yet she is the first to touch the tiny bud on the wild-looking rose bush, high over your head. The owl laughs and turns, diving down to grab an unfortunate mouse and fly away with it.
Dorcha, however, stays, wandering through the garden to smell the different flowers. Each rose has a distinct scent, and she pronounces her judgment on them all as you talk.
Dorcha is a sphynx, though sometimes she looks more like a griffin and sometimes more like a winged girl and sometimes more like a centaur--and sometimes, when she looks at you, just like a girl, with no wings or tails, no talons or hooves at all. She invites you to ask questions, but always turns them on their heads--she's willing to have definite opinions about roses and dandelions and lilies of the valley, but despite your chosen avatar, she is quite firm that you are not a flower, and you must answer your own riddles.
But still, turning each problem on its head offers insight and inspiration. If you always look at a riddle the same way, it always remains the same mystery it was when you first heard--or posed--it, after all.
And each puzzle is just as much itself as each flower. Epona challenges you to enjoy them all, their shapes and scents and colors (and sometimes tastes), just as she enjoys flowers. The scent of the roses increases, somehow, when she munches on a petal or two and smiles, and asks, "Want to race?"