Alone on the Plains
Jan 5, 2010 16:34:29 GMT -6
Post by Chelsea Dagger on Jan 5, 2010 16:34:29 GMT -6
Chelsea walked at a slow pace across the plains, her head tilted back as she stared at the sky. The sky was so... simple, yet still so beautiful. It was easy to get lost in it, and she often did, especially when thoughts of her family floated into her head. Even after all this time is was still painful to think about. She liked that sky, though, and the thought that somewhere out there her father could be looking at the same one.
As she walked, she held her bow at her side. Though she had yet to use it, she knew only a fool would walk alone like this and not have a weapon ready at all times. Too dangerous, too many ways to get hurt or worse. Chelsea shifted her attention from the sky to her bow and she smiled slightly at the gift her father made her. Her last one had broken just days before he left, but he still was able to get her another. Swiftly, she knocked an arrow and aimed at nothing. She smiled slightly again and returned the arrow to its quiver. Practicing made her happy, even if it only lasted a few seconds.
Her gaze swept all over the plains surrounding her before she moved to the ground for a rest. She went into her pack, only to find she was on her last piece of bread. "Great..." she muttered, taking a bite and putting the rest back. Tomorrow she'd either have to find something to hunt or she'd be in trouble. But not right now. All she needed to worry about now was how beautiful the sky was. As she laid down on her back, resting her head on the ground, she thought she sound feel the feint sound of hooves, a sound which always brought her comfort. Chelsea's eyes slowly closed as she listened to the soft, rhythmic beating and another smile grew on her face. Today was a good day.
As she walked, she held her bow at her side. Though she had yet to use it, she knew only a fool would walk alone like this and not have a weapon ready at all times. Too dangerous, too many ways to get hurt or worse. Chelsea shifted her attention from the sky to her bow and she smiled slightly at the gift her father made her. Her last one had broken just days before he left, but he still was able to get her another. Swiftly, she knocked an arrow and aimed at nothing. She smiled slightly again and returned the arrow to its quiver. Practicing made her happy, even if it only lasted a few seconds.
Her gaze swept all over the plains surrounding her before she moved to the ground for a rest. She went into her pack, only to find she was on her last piece of bread. "Great..." she muttered, taking a bite and putting the rest back. Tomorrow she'd either have to find something to hunt or she'd be in trouble. But not right now. All she needed to worry about now was how beautiful the sky was. As she laid down on her back, resting her head on the ground, she thought she sound feel the feint sound of hooves, a sound which always brought her comfort. Chelsea's eyes slowly closed as she listened to the soft, rhythmic beating and another smile grew on her face. Today was a good day.
