✹☾❂
For some reason, Eleuthera never frequented the watch. Though it had been right next door for the large swathes of her life that she spent amongst the willows, it just… wasn’t something that drew her. Perhaps it was so close to home that it was outshined by her desire to be amongst the willows. And then if she left the willows, she wanted to go far away — the distant mountains often called, as did the ocean to the north. The watch, which was so dismally boring in its familiarity, was not enough to catch her attention.
but these rainy, sodden days, where there was nearly nothing that could make her smile… she gave the boring ledge a second glance. Perhaps its elevation afforded it at least some dryness. Internally, the lilac druid knew this was a pipe dream, but it was worth considering and exploring further on the off chance that, yes, the precipitation rolled to the valleys and lowlands beneath, leaving the heights untouched.
At least some small part of her assumption was right. This place wasn’t nearly as awful as the willows in it’s muddy, root-y, stifling, mosquito-ridden glory. As she looked out over this place, she became aware of the feeling that, though this grassy knoll had been present in the background of most of her life, there was so much to it that she didn’t know. This had not been the first time she felt this way, returning to the willows and becoming reunited with the remnants of her family.
There was another — Eleuthera saw their dark shape, through the fog. She lifted her gaze, as well as her entire body, wondering if three things: if this wolf would see her, if she knew this wolf, and if this wolf was interested in chatting.
but these rainy, sodden days, where there was nearly nothing that could make her smile… she gave the boring ledge a second glance. Perhaps its elevation afforded it at least some dryness. Internally, the lilac druid knew this was a pipe dream, but it was worth considering and exploring further on the off chance that, yes, the precipitation rolled to the valleys and lowlands beneath, leaving the heights untouched.
At least some small part of her assumption was right. This place wasn’t nearly as awful as the willows in it’s muddy, root-y, stifling, mosquito-ridden glory. As she looked out over this place, she became aware of the feeling that, though this grassy knoll had been present in the background of most of her life, there was so much to it that she didn’t know. This had not been the first time she felt this way, returning to the willows and becoming reunited with the remnants of her family.
There was another — Eleuthera saw their dark shape, through the fog. She lifted her gaze, as well as her entire body, wondering if three things: if this wolf would see her, if she knew this wolf, and if this wolf was interested in chatting.
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
Messages In This Thread
he sang so loud, sang so clear - by Cenric - August 19, 2020, 02:03 PM
RE: he sang so loud, sang so clear - by Eleuthera - August 21, 2020, 11:27 AM
RE: he sang so loud, sang so clear - by Cenric - August 22, 2020, 12:18 PM
RE: he sang so loud, sang so clear - by Eleuthera - August 23, 2020, 03:23 PM
RE: he sang so loud, sang so clear - by Cenric - August 25, 2020, 02:41 AM
RE: he sang so loud, sang so clear - by Eleuthera - September 12, 2020, 10:59 AM
RE: he sang so loud, sang so clear - by Cenric - September 20, 2020, 05:12 PM