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3rdragonToday is a day for pleasant smells, like secrets and whatever hot beverage Andria got from the campus center and freshly cut grass and the white shrub by the door to the CMP and Dr. Bronner's Soap.
And it occurrs to me that I never gave you an update, so: I will be staying on campus this summer working in the computer labs through the end of July.
And now, because I clearly don't have any number of better/more important things to do, and because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vorindi suggested it, and because I can, I present to you:
Beginning with the section on page 378
The rabbit was squished by the warm soft. He wriggled, trying to make more space, and pushed his nose out towards the open air. The smell of death. Blood landed on his fur, and the rabbit shivered, pulling himself back into the too-small squish, but the dark and warm didn't make the fear go away.
The pressure let up, and the rabbit's ears caught a low rumble that soothed his bones. Safe. Dark. The rabbit fell asleep. The space squuezed again and shook. The rabbit awoke and shivered too. The blood was dry now, and his fur pulled oddly. It was hard to breathe, and the close dark smelled of blood. He pushed his way to the air, which was cold and smelled of dust, with the lingering scent of death, and a chemical wrongness the rabbit could not define. The space was big. Too big. Hunters lived in places like this.
Light. The rabbit wriggled free, climbed up until he could see. Space. Dust. Big empty sky. There was nothing that smelled like food or other rabbits. Sitting on the other human, the rabbit realized that the blood and the death and the chemical smell came from her. He pushed close for comfort. She nuzzled back, then cold hands pushed the rabbit away.
Noise, loud and booming and terrifying. The rabbit froze. That was a hunter noise. The human collapsed, and the rabbit almost fell, but hands picked it up and put it back in the warm dark, which shook and swung. The rabbit could hear the heartbeat, so much slower than its own, and the deep, raggedy breaths.
A scream. The heartbeat changed and the warm dark squeezed. Then noise and heat and terror. The rabbit cowered, drawing itself as small as it could, huddling away from the light and the suddenly acrid air. Heartbeat, big and deep and slow. Sobbing breaths. The shaking went on forever.
The heartbeat slowed, and again there was the low throbbing shaking hum. The rabbit slept.
Noise and wakefulness again. Deep and calming, with a soft thrum that resonated in the rabbit's bones. The vibration filled the warm dark, and the rabbit crept up to a disorienting bright colorful and world. The noise lessened, and the world began to resolve into a myriad of people. Then, suddenly, blood again. The rabbit crept back into the warm dark, releasing the contents of its bowels.
Then the warm dark was gone, and all was light and air and nothing to stand on. The smell of blood was not as bad, but suddenly the rabbit was wet and cold. It had just begun to dry when suddenly there was more blood, then a loud quick noise and the smell of death and blood. Noises and screaming. The warm dark was gone. The smell of panic filled the air, and the rabbit trembled. Blood and sweat and death everywhere.
In writing this, I realized that Lawanda and the rabbit are really in very similar situations. Both have been taken from the areas and beings with which they are familiar, and suddenly thrust into a world that they do not understand, a world full of violence and anger and meanings behind the words that they do not comprehend. In a sense, they both find themselves in the wilderness covered in blood.
However, Lawanda and the rabbit react very differently to similar stimuli. Lawanda continues putting herself out there, pushing for change, doing as much as she can in a situation where she doesn't know all of the relevant information. The rabbit, on the other hand, cowers in the pocket, hoping that if it hides far and long enough all of the bad things will go away.
Lawanda reaches out to people, often putting herself into stupid situations because she cares about the welfare of other beings. The rabbit, on the other hand, doesn't really have any conversational or people skills, and doesn't try to interact with its environment beyond avoiding predators and finding food. It displays some curiosity, but mostly only in the sense of getting the lay of the land and scoping dangers. It tends to view other beings as simply dangerous or not-dangerous, and beyond that only pays attention to them when they interact with it directly, such as picking it up and yelling at it.
Both Lawanda and the rabbit spend a large portion of this time being terrified, but react to their fear very differently. Lawanda is afraid, but she keeps fighting, keeps saying stupid stuff to ganster bosses, keeps going into danger to help people. The rabbit just cowers, and cares for no one but itself.
I think that Lawanda identifies with the rabbit and sees some of the similarities in their situations, that she, at times, very much feels like one lone rabbit in a big and scary world. But as we see through their reactions, the similarities stop there. Lawanda is not a rabbit.
And it occurrs to me that I never gave you an update, so: I will be staying on campus this summer working in the computer labs through the end of July.
And now, because I clearly don't have any number of better/more important things to do, and because
vorindi suggested it, and because I can, I present to you:Beginning with the section on page 378
The rabbit was squished by the warm soft. He wriggled, trying to make more space, and pushed his nose out towards the open air. The smell of death. Blood landed on his fur, and the rabbit shivered, pulling himself back into the too-small squish, but the dark and warm didn't make the fear go away.
The pressure let up, and the rabbit's ears caught a low rumble that soothed his bones. Safe. Dark. The rabbit fell asleep. The space squuezed again and shook. The rabbit awoke and shivered too. The blood was dry now, and his fur pulled oddly. It was hard to breathe, and the close dark smelled of blood. He pushed his way to the air, which was cold and smelled of dust, with the lingering scent of death, and a chemical wrongness the rabbit could not define. The space was big. Too big. Hunters lived in places like this.
Light. The rabbit wriggled free, climbed up until he could see. Space. Dust. Big empty sky. There was nothing that smelled like food or other rabbits. Sitting on the other human, the rabbit realized that the blood and the death and the chemical smell came from her. He pushed close for comfort. She nuzzled back, then cold hands pushed the rabbit away.
Noise, loud and booming and terrifying. The rabbit froze. That was a hunter noise. The human collapsed, and the rabbit almost fell, but hands picked it up and put it back in the warm dark, which shook and swung. The rabbit could hear the heartbeat, so much slower than its own, and the deep, raggedy breaths.
A scream. The heartbeat changed and the warm dark squeezed. Then noise and heat and terror. The rabbit cowered, drawing itself as small as it could, huddling away from the light and the suddenly acrid air. Heartbeat, big and deep and slow. Sobbing breaths. The shaking went on forever.
The heartbeat slowed, and again there was the low throbbing shaking hum. The rabbit slept.
Noise and wakefulness again. Deep and calming, with a soft thrum that resonated in the rabbit's bones. The vibration filled the warm dark, and the rabbit crept up to a disorienting bright colorful and world. The noise lessened, and the world began to resolve into a myriad of people. Then, suddenly, blood again. The rabbit crept back into the warm dark, releasing the contents of its bowels.
Then the warm dark was gone, and all was light and air and nothing to stand on. The smell of blood was not as bad, but suddenly the rabbit was wet and cold. It had just begun to dry when suddenly there was more blood, then a loud quick noise and the smell of death and blood. Noises and screaming. The warm dark was gone. The smell of panic filled the air, and the rabbit trembled. Blood and sweat and death everywhere.
In writing this, I realized that Lawanda and the rabbit are really in very similar situations. Both have been taken from the areas and beings with which they are familiar, and suddenly thrust into a world that they do not understand, a world full of violence and anger and meanings behind the words that they do not comprehend. In a sense, they both find themselves in the wilderness covered in blood.
However, Lawanda and the rabbit react very differently to similar stimuli. Lawanda continues putting herself out there, pushing for change, doing as much as she can in a situation where she doesn't know all of the relevant information. The rabbit, on the other hand, cowers in the pocket, hoping that if it hides far and long enough all of the bad things will go away.
Lawanda reaches out to people, often putting herself into stupid situations because she cares about the welfare of other beings. The rabbit, on the other hand, doesn't really have any conversational or people skills, and doesn't try to interact with its environment beyond avoiding predators and finding food. It displays some curiosity, but mostly only in the sense of getting the lay of the land and scoping dangers. It tends to view other beings as simply dangerous or not-dangerous, and beyond that only pays attention to them when they interact with it directly, such as picking it up and yelling at it.
Both Lawanda and the rabbit spend a large portion of this time being terrified, but react to their fear very differently. Lawanda is afraid, but she keeps fighting, keeps saying stupid stuff to ganster bosses, keeps going into danger to help people. The rabbit just cowers, and cares for no one but itself.
I think that Lawanda identifies with the rabbit and sees some of the similarities in their situations, that she, at times, very much feels like one lone rabbit in a big and scary world. But as we see through their reactions, the similarities stop there. Lawanda is not a rabbit.
