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Donny's Song

Chapter 1 - Meet Donny and Softa

 

"Today is a beautiful day."

A gentleman by the name of Sir Donny P. Snow walks along the banks of the snow hill fields of Pagonia Island. Donny is accompanied by a beautiful someone named Lady Softa. Pagonia Island houses thousands of Pagonia species; The fields have showers of white snow coated flowers, throughout their long stretches of beautiful land. "My Lady Softa, would you mind if I said, you look ravishing today," Donny says. Lady Softa smiles with delight.

 

Both Sir Donny and Lady Softa had just arrived onto the island just 2 months ago. It's the first time they've experienced snow there. After the morning filled with indoor water sports inside the mansion, they had dried up, then went for a light sprint across the snowy pastures.

This day, they're both practicing heat meditation, and to many's utter surprise, Donny is wearing only patterned white cotton shorts, no shirt, and rubber feet coaters which act like sandals - mainly covers the soles. Lady Softa is wearing only simple white swimwear and the same foot coater with higher heels.

 

Foot Coater Image

 

The heat meditation is an ancient practice of seeing how much snow can be melted around the proximity of a person's body. However, it takes hours to melt a 6.5 foot radius of snow around their body while sitting in one spot - heat generating indian style. Heat meditation can be done sitting indian style or even while doing other things, such as swimming in freezing cold water. It doesn't matter what the body is doing, but rather how concentrated the mind is in any given situation. On this day, they're walking through the snow fields and seeing how much body heat they can retain while in the setting of snow tempered air. Even while walking, they're able to keep their warmth to enjoy the surroundings.

 

Donny has had 2 years of disciplined training, in the hot land of Sonboo Loo, for the heat meditation technique, including a collection of other techniques. On many occasions his coursework demanded him to perform quite remarkable fetes. In some courses, he sat in a circle surrounded by 8 large buckets of ice cream, just taken out of the freezer. He was successful in melting them in 2 hours, when it would naturally take 4 hours to melt the ice cream tanks. (Although only when he arrived on Pagonia Island, for the first time was he is able to practice on real snow.)

It was there, in Sonboo Loo they met, simply named Donny Snow and Softa Ny'am. The journey of their courses led them to each other's company. They felt an instant affinity for each other, and instantaneously a deep attraction. As partners they grew together, and together they grew stronger as they reached their final terms in school.

It was on one of the final days, after finishing up his 2 hour long heat meditational practice. Softa did something unexpected; She thought it was cute when she poured a bucket of chocolate flavored ice cream he just melted all over him. He gasped from the sudden shock. Covered in chocolate he said, "You know Softa . . ." She shows her beautiful smile, then avoids him by looking away innocently at the ornaments on the wall, " . . . yes?"

"The chocolate's warm. Man I'm good."

Softa laughs. Donny snickers. Then he snuck up on her, drenched in chocolate, he warmly hugged her.

"Donny!"

"What?" he innocently said, "I just want to show you, I appreciate you."

It was Softa's turn when she was coming out of her 2 hour heat meditation practice, and he spilled a bucket load of pink ice cream she just melted on her. She gasped, looked down on her pink covered body, and was in complete shock. "Sorry Softa. I was just passing by, and I was so hot and sweaty, I tripped over myself. . . Aaaauuugghhh, the bucket spilled all over you." Unexpectedly, Donny pulls out his camera, and shoots her picture.

"Donny!"

"Yes, my sweet?"

Split between fussing about the ice cream, or the fact he took a picture of her covered in it, " . . . It's freezing cold!!!"
"That's not my fault. Maybe you should've done your homework." Then he ran away, before she has a chance to chase him.
It was later that day, he looked over the picture he shot of her covered in pink ice cream. With a smile he casually says, "Yes," he nods in contemplation, "Life is perfect. "
He waves the picture in his hand like a fan to cool him off from the days heat, "I will forever tease her with this."

 

After they graduated, were they bestowed the honor of being classed as "Children of the Sun". Children of the Sun have had etiquette training as much as thought training in disciplining their bodies. Out of respect for all life, including each other, after graduation they were given new names, and rewarded as honorable titles for graduates of the special course, Sir Donny and Lady Softa.

 

"What's that I see." Donny sees it hanging over the horizon. He can't tell whether it's just an optical illusion, or if he's really seeing it. It looks either very large, or its closer than what he can judge. As if viewing it with one eye, he can't tell if its close or far. He has to see to where the bottom of it anchors - to accurately judge its distance.

There's many trees masking the bottom half of his view of the structure. He tells Softa he'll rejoin her in a couple of minutes. He runs forward a great distance, jumps towards a tree branch, swings around, then mounts on top of it. Donny isn't called the "monkey boy" for nothing. Having been named by his jungle boy friends for having the unique ability to dart across the tree tops in the game of hide and seek. Rarely, could they catch him.

His hands are a little cold from grasping handfuls of snow from swinging around the branch. He climbs quickly up 3 more branches effortlessly, and makes sure he's standing firm. His hands warm again, being able to regain body heat retention from standing in one spot. He stands securely on the wet branch, made from the snow he's just melted. He kneels to gain more contact points on the slippery tree. High on the tree branch, he ponders, "Is what I'm seeing true?"

He sees it. "It shouldn't be there." He's trekked this way too many times to know, it shouldn't be there. It's fuzzy white and it blends into the white clouds and the backdrop of the light blue-grey sky, but it's visible there in front of him. It's an enormous pillar, looming in the air. And it's towering high over the tree tops. It's definitely farther and larger than what he thought. He's puzzles over what he also sees on top of the large looming pillar silhouette, but he can't make it out. It's enormous. It happens to be where the blinding sun is backlighting the cloud. "Is that an angel I see." He squints his eyes to gain more visibility. Through the blurriness, he barely sees it. Until his eyes adjust. It features begin to show. It's an enormous white statue of a falcon. It's perched at the pillar's top. No, he couldn't believe it. No it couldn't be. Until he saw its head and feathers adjust to the flux of powerful high bursting winds, he thought it was an elaborate decorative top. No, it's moving. It's alive! It's a real live falcon, massive in it's size. A slight and sudden chill of cold fear runs through his body, as his concentration regulating his body heat temporarily breaks. He regains his temperature and composure. "My God. It's a very large bird to be seen from this distance," he thinks, but it's too far to tell or confirm what he's really seeing.

"Donny . . . what do you see?" Softa shouts standing way below the tree branch. "I'm not sure. It looks like a very large falcon on top of a giant pillar," he keeps his eyes glued onto the fuzzy soft illusions - to make sure it doesn't vanish unexpectedly, "Look there, do you see it?" Lady Softa looks intently at the sky where Donny points.

"I see clouds and the sky. You see a falcon and a pillar?"

It was at this time a sound rings in his ears. His concentration was interrupted again by what he hears. It slowly crept in into the back of his mind a few minutes ago, until now it finally broke through. He begins to hear the leaves in the tree branches ruffle over him, as if under an umbrella of little songs enveloping him . . . like being back in the jungle . . .

. . . It was years before in mediation did he begin to appreciate even the subtlest sounds of nature, including the sounds of leaves in the wind. He remembered those were his best days; Just being in the comfortable womb of the forests on a gorgeous sunny and breezy day; Coming around after 3 hours of meditation in the jungle, then going into the waterfalls and playing the rest of the day with his friends.

. . . Dually, together with the sounds, the foliage of one branch comes down to obscure his view. A little while later, the branch swings back up. The tower had vanished. He kneels down on the branch, inquiring how it could vanish. As clearly as the silhouette stood in front of him in plain view, in plain view it disappears. He readjusts his position, and sits completely down on the tree branch in slight discouragement.

As the door closes, a window opens. Something else catches his eye. "What is that I see?!"

"You mean something about the pillar and falcon?"

"No it's on the ground, and it's small. It looks like a bird."

Softa tries to forget the falcon and the pillar to keep up with him and follow along. She scans the flower filling on the white landscape, but she's stumped. "Donny, I don't see the bird."

"Over there . . . on that patch of field," as he again points towards an invisible figure, on the patchy long grass and flower fields.

She looks again with deeper concentration, " I don't see it."

"It's another white bird with two blue tails. "

"Donny are you playing games with me?" she says with a smile. Donny was known for surprising Softa with gifts.

"No it's there, next to the statue of Aphrodite."

 

Information A: There are 8 immense statues located on all 8 corners of Pagonia Island. They line along the perimeter of the islet: North, NE, East, SE, South, SW, West, NW. These 8 main statues are called 'Mains': North Main, South Main, Northeast Main, etc. In-between the 8 Mains, are 3 smaller ones called 'Subs', labeled 1, 2, and 3. These are numbered clockwise from each Main. "SW - Sub 3" would be the 3rd statue closest to the West Main statue, between the Southwest Main and the West Main.

 

Information B: The Aphrodite Statue = West - Sub 1

 

"I see the misty orange flowers next to Aphrodite's statue. I don't see the blue tailed bird."

He needed a better view. In a couple of seconds, he briskly swings down off from the branch. "Come with me," he says as he runs down the hill into the valley of smooth untouched snow, making sure to focus body heat towards his front side into the path he's running. He briefly loses sight of the chic while passing through the concave valley between the hillocks, then creeps quickly uphill as he rounds over the next mound; The chic may dash away, if he's spotted by the bird hurrying towards it. His eyes readjusts to the receding view of the fields, after regaining his field of vision over the hill tops.

"Where did it go to?" scanning the long stretches of patchy high grass, bushes, frozen streams, and snow covered trees. It must be hiding somewhere. He scutters forward across the snowy flower patches and briefly ducks into the bushes and trees. He's hiding behind a large patch of high bushes and grass. He doesn't see anything, so he waives Softa over to where he's hiding. "Pssst - Softa come on," he silently mouths to her.

Softa comes to him at steady pace. She's moving quite fast for someone who's stooped over and moving so quietly. She dodges even some noisy greenery that Donny doesn't, and she knows how to make quick movements while moving silently over the snowy fields. He has time to regain his body heat and mental composure - while waiting for Softa.

A couple seconds later, "Where she go?" saying to himself. He's lost sight of her. "I'm right here silly." As he turns around, she surprises him with a small kiss on the lips. She then withdraws with a smile. The fullness of her hips and legs can be seen while she's knelt down, which are remarkably toned and remarkably attractive. "You're really good," he laughs quietly," that's the third time you surprised me today."

"That reminds me. You look surprisingly handsome today," she whimsically says with a beautiful smile.

"I know," Donny jokes casually with a grin.

Softa giggles. As she does, with his index finger he touches the tip of her nose. He knows she likes that. She bows her head and grins, almost as if to hide her smile. It was a symbol to show how he felt about her.

 

. . . It was over months of their relationship, Lady Softa would wear delightful dresses to go out, and Donny wore his impeccable suits. They would spend their afternoons dancing and riding their personal carriage across town, then dine out on a hill overlooking the stars. She looked flawless every evening. He would frequently compliment her to help her understand how attractive she is. Then he would touch his finger to her nose, and say," My butterfly."

 

"This is no time for playing Softa," he says in good humor. She then pinches his arm playfully with a smile. "Oouuww, that hurt," Donny smiles. It did hurt a lot, and it left a bright red mark on his arm, but he didn't mind. "You want to play huh," he says with the intention about to do something she was going to regret. "Yah, yah, you want more huh . . . you like that huh," Donny says while he tickles her under the arms. She can't suppress it. Uncontrollably, she bursts into charming laughter. Her grin and perfect white teeth are joyful to see, and how it compliments the white snow behind her. She collapses onto her back while she continues to giggle. "You learned your lesson, didn't you," Donny says with amusement.

"Look Softa, you scared the bird away laughing like Mrs. Todo," he says funnily, "Where did it go." (Todo was an instructor at Sonboo Loo, who was always filled with so much joy, she laughed so often.)

"Ole. Look what I have here. Don't forget I have this." He pulls out the pink ice cream picture.

She immediately reaches out and tries to snatch the picture from his hand. "Donny, give it to me!"

"You want this huh?"

"I want that."

He pulls the picture back, "Nooo. I have plans for this."

She pouts, crosses her arms, and looks down. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks. He can see she's pretending. Another odd practice of Sonboo Loo, tear control. He can foresee already, she wants him to come closer to her to comfort her, only to get close enough to snatch back the photo. Since she wasn't looking, he stashed the picture nicely between the twigs in the bush in front of him. It was hidden well enough for a few seconds. He squats down, and holds her. He says sympathetically, "There, there . . . we can't always have what we want . . . like you and this picture." She continues to cry. He sees the side of her face, and slightly sees hints of her eyes scanning for the picture. He tricks her by keeping his left arm behind his back, so she can assume he's hiding her picture behind him. "There, there, my Lady Soooaaauuu--," in mid-sentence, quickly, she forcefully pushes him down onto his back, then sits her whole body on top of him just below the chest. Immediately, she's pins him down onto his back lying on the snow, and shackles both arms with her hands. She goes for his left hand, and quickly tackles his left wrist, "Hey! Where the picture go?" Donny just smiles and looks overhead at the clouds past Softa. She places her feet onto his wrists, with her strong legs, she can keep him held down. With her hands free, and his arms still pinned, she leans back and searches his pockets. "Donny, where's the picture." she says.

". . . I think the bird took it," he says with a smile, "but you scared it away, with all your laughing." She looks around him at the snowy ground. "Alright, alright. Let me get up, and I'll give it to you." She climbs off him, and he points to the spot in the bush where he left it. She smiles then crouches in front of the bush. She reaches in and retrieves the picture. She again smiles at him, then puts it in her bikini top.

"Oh my god, look Softa, there it is."

"Where?"

"The 2 blue tailed bird . . . Next to the patch of grass over there."

She still can't see it, nor where he's pointing to. She leans more over towards his right arm on the right side of him. He points over the bushes to the bird in the field.

"It's there? Do you see it?" Hidden out of sight of her view, with his left arm, he reaches under his right outstretched arm, and snatches back the picture from her top.

"DONNY!!!" she yells quietly. She only has a bikini on, and the picture is big. He knew she would put it somewhere easily retrievable. She genuinely pouts this time.

"Okay," she says submissively." She continues, "Did you really see the bird again, or were you just playing."

He puts the picture in his back pocket. "I wasn't serious, Softa."
Softa picks herself up. Donny puts her arm around her, then cares for her by dusting the snow off her back and hair. After comforting her for a while, he goes to her back side then places both hands on the skin of her open back, to help her regain any lost warmth. He channels some chi through his fingertips, which helps the warming process.

Again serious, he scans for any signs of the bird or pillar. No traces were found. He looks towards the sky, to where the sun is hiding behind the clouds. He can pinpoint its location from the part of the cloud where he sees a glow spot. From its location in the sky, he can tell it's approximately 2:30pm.

After playing and running, they lost a lot of heat. They both decide to perform the advance heat method they learned where they were. They needed to create more energy. They stood up, then held each other to quicken their heat by amplifying it between their bodies, in the cold air. It took half an hour. A half a foot of snow melted around them, which wasn't bad for the time and conditions. They were again very warm, and rejuvenated.

 

 

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