A Thousand Miles and Still Walking (Open)
Nov 14, 2009 21:26:28 GMT -6
Post by Noel on Nov 14, 2009 21:26:28 GMT -6
A deep shaded lifted over a drowsy spirit, as a white haired boy of small frame and ragged appearance awoke from his slumber. He yawned; arms extending towards the soft blue above. White fluff sowed themselves into an ocean blanket, while the jewel of life shone in the midst.
It was just past morning and after a night’s journey this boy had earned his rest. He awoke, however, with dreams just a large, if not, bigger than before. It had been a month since he left and it still seemed like yesterday he'd been dancing around that campfire, golden sparks hovering in the crisp air before vanishing into darkness never to be seen again. The memory was vivid, and sometimes he dreamed about it. So often, he felt as if he were there, warping in between life and reality only now the two were switching.
He rose. His silver eyes being cleared of any debris by his index. He took notice to the environment he had slept in: a light forest, common on Sacae and a quiet brook in the backdrop. The ground was moist. It had rained the night before. Noel looked up. In his midnight drear, he'd chosen to sleep under a large tree with leaves big enough to act as an umbrella in these crying shades.
His clothing was simple, rugged, but comfortably durable. A black-t, devoid of sleeves and matching colored sweatpants with holes where cloth should be; this morbid clothing provided contrast to the eager looking child, bearing spiky white hair, but it suited his simplicity as well.
His blade, his life, his reason and his existence was silenced in a pure white sheath decorated with golden diamonds splitting down its center. He seized the forged appendage and hoisted against his lower back using the loops of where a belt should be.
After acquiring his gear, Noel set off to wherever his journey would take him. Stopping by the innocent brook in distance, he knelt down for a cupped drink of water and moved on in the direction he'd been traveling: east.
It didn't take long, but soon he'd exited the forest and returned to the gallant open plains of Sacae, as if he ever left. Continuing on his path he hoped for a new perhaps dangerous development in his day.
It was just past morning and after a night’s journey this boy had earned his rest. He awoke, however, with dreams just a large, if not, bigger than before. It had been a month since he left and it still seemed like yesterday he'd been dancing around that campfire, golden sparks hovering in the crisp air before vanishing into darkness never to be seen again. The memory was vivid, and sometimes he dreamed about it. So often, he felt as if he were there, warping in between life and reality only now the two were switching.
He rose. His silver eyes being cleared of any debris by his index. He took notice to the environment he had slept in: a light forest, common on Sacae and a quiet brook in the backdrop. The ground was moist. It had rained the night before. Noel looked up. In his midnight drear, he'd chosen to sleep under a large tree with leaves big enough to act as an umbrella in these crying shades.
His clothing was simple, rugged, but comfortably durable. A black-t, devoid of sleeves and matching colored sweatpants with holes where cloth should be; this morbid clothing provided contrast to the eager looking child, bearing spiky white hair, but it suited his simplicity as well.
His blade, his life, his reason and his existence was silenced in a pure white sheath decorated with golden diamonds splitting down its center. He seized the forged appendage and hoisted against his lower back using the loops of where a belt should be.
After acquiring his gear, Noel set off to wherever his journey would take him. Stopping by the innocent brook in distance, he knelt down for a cupped drink of water and moved on in the direction he'd been traveling: east.
It didn't take long, but soon he'd exited the forest and returned to the gallant open plains of Sacae, as if he ever left. Continuing on his path he hoped for a new perhaps dangerous development in his day.