Mountain & Ice

                  If mountains are represented as a peoples, I'm sure they are born from colliding parents. They begin very wrinkly, but smooth out in their very very old age. Every movement will be slow, deliberate, enduring. Mountainpeople never hurry, never rush – they go at their own easing pace. But that doesn't mean they are lax and laid-back – oh, no – they strain every rock of their being, every pebble and grain of sand to reach their ambitions (which is more than likely to be gaining as much height as possible). Sometimes in this long arduous process, the friends of the Mountainpeoples, the Icepeople, come around, and they both may or may not agree that the meeting is a good one. Of course, these two people do not get along well, but by the circumstances of fate, they are together – and cannot separate. It is an unchosen love. These two peoples quarrel and quarrel and quarrel and quarrel. And quarrel and quarrel. Until the Icepeoples cannot take it much longer – the sheer amount of anger and frustration slowly melts the Icepeople's existence into the vapor of the air. They are much more agreeable then, but that also depends on how you look at it. The Mountpeoples are left changed as well. They become sharp and angular and very difficult. Their wrinkles are deeper, their depths greater, their points sharper. But as time wares on, slowly, slowly, their friendship with the Peoples of the Elements grind down their sharpness, smooth out the depths, and level the wrinkles. In their old age, the Mountainpeoples become straightforward, honest, clear. They are smooth and without the trickery of the young.