We were each born in the mysteries of Another Making. Some were born of hormones and timing, while others were born of a desire so Great even Nature could not prevent them. Whatever Our Individual circumstance, We each Began, and just as in the case of the Merddyn, We each had an Individual Name, that was Forgotten over time. Even The Santa has been able to keep but a handful of it’s Individuality’s.
The Taunta is much like that. It was a Taunta, in fact that raised the One Named Klause, but that is someOne else’s, Tale. This is that Tale of the Taunta, they call Beanie.
It was in a land of Daemons that She was conceived, and often it has been wondered at the survival it took to get to the Being of Her, but, for Reason Yet Untold, She found HerSelf in the World of Man, snatched away as quick as a Split, by One Who was A Santa, into the land of the North Pole.
Understanding that this was a Being of Man, and as such must have an Understanding of Man, The Clause of that Age merged the Lands of that the Humans called the North Pole, and the Real World. In as gently a way a He could, He and the Others acclimated Her to the World of Man, which often had unhappiness and mis-understanding as it Evolved to an un-Certain Future.
What Santa had forgotten was that often, the World of Men has Pull of un-Forgetfulness, and, not having All The Answers, Santa Allowed the Girl Who Would Be Taunta into an un-Foreseen Den of Inexperience, which is ofter Horrific itself!.
And so, the Girl Who Would Be Taunta, spent the first 5 Human Years in the North Pole, where loud voices meant laughter and singing. The sun shone through scents of pine and lemon. Clocks ticked by, and shared meals, comings and goings, even jumping on the bed, were Accepted and expected, just as the snow and the Great Happenings in the Kitchens!
No matter how Deeply the Pull of the Outside World was, EveryOne found Their Way back to the North Pole, and the Taunta Watched and Learned, and Saw All the was Good in the Human World.
But the Human World is not the North Pole, and All is not Right in the World, but it is not up to Us to Understand All Things.
And so, the Girl Who Would Be Taunta, turned 5 and Learned about the World of Man, where loud voices meant anger. Darkness crept in through foreign smells. Clocks Ticked by, and Shared Pain, Comings and Goings, even Jumping off the Cliff, were Accepted and Expected, Just as Time, Great Changes and Traditions!
No matter how deeply how Cruel the Outside World Was, EveryOne could find her Her Waiting at the North Pole; the Taunta gives what she has Seen and Heard Giving Good to the World.
The Taunta Confuses the Lines Between the World and the North Pole. She Understands that All is not as it Should Be. All is not Right. And though it is Not up to Us to Understand All things, for This Moment, Right Now THINGS ARE WELL.