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08-11-2014, 09:10 AM
The dry grass waved softly as a cool wind rolled over the meadow and briefly moved the warm air away. Though as soon as the wind had passed, the air became still yet again and it felt as if the temperature rose a bit.
The sky at the horizon was clear, shifting in pale orange and darker purple in the setting sun and a few stars had peeked out over one's head. In the other direction, dark clouds grew slowly and growled quietly with their voices of thunder occasionally.
Arathea sat on her usual, large stone and looked between the sunset and the skulking clouds. Her ears were perked forward and her expression would be close to that of an excited puppy. Everything about the evening was very beautiful for her and it sort of drove away the sad feelings of loneliness. She was too occupied looking this and that way, listening at every rumble of distant thunder and the noises of crickets and occasional bird hiding in the grass.
A small part of the clouds lit up in a brief lightning and the wolf shivered slightly, smiling for herself. That something dangerous could be beautiful always excited her every time she came upon it. Part of you wanted to run and hide, the other part was drawn towards the object in question. Or... Event. Situation. Maybe a storm could not be called an object. Were clouds objects? Would you be able to touch them if you got up there. If she ever found a bird willing to talk to her, she would have to remember to ask it if you could sit on clouds. Maybe the winged horses got their nests on the clouds. Though... How would that work when the clouds faded? Maybe they built them on special clouds that did not fade.
She shook her head briskly and chuckled. At least her rambling head with all its questions and thoughts did not distract her from her looking. The sun had set even more now, slowly pulling the light with it and turning the sky slowly more dark purple, going towards dark deep blue right over one's head and almost black over by the clouds. More stars had showed themselves by now to watch the meadow while she watched them, her head tipping from side to side as if she head some silent music and her tail tapped with it.
The sky at the horizon was clear, shifting in pale orange and darker purple in the setting sun and a few stars had peeked out over one's head. In the other direction, dark clouds grew slowly and growled quietly with their voices of thunder occasionally.
Arathea sat on her usual, large stone and looked between the sunset and the skulking clouds. Her ears were perked forward and her expression would be close to that of an excited puppy. Everything about the evening was very beautiful for her and it sort of drove away the sad feelings of loneliness. She was too occupied looking this and that way, listening at every rumble of distant thunder and the noises of crickets and occasional bird hiding in the grass.
A small part of the clouds lit up in a brief lightning and the wolf shivered slightly, smiling for herself. That something dangerous could be beautiful always excited her every time she came upon it. Part of you wanted to run and hide, the other part was drawn towards the object in question. Or... Event. Situation. Maybe a storm could not be called an object. Were clouds objects? Would you be able to touch them if you got up there. If she ever found a bird willing to talk to her, she would have to remember to ask it if you could sit on clouds. Maybe the winged horses got their nests on the clouds. Though... How would that work when the clouds faded? Maybe they built them on special clouds that did not fade.
She shook her head briskly and chuckled. At least her rambling head with all its questions and thoughts did not distract her from her looking. The sun had set even more now, slowly pulling the light with it and turning the sky slowly more dark purple, going towards dark deep blue right over one's head and almost black over by the clouds. More stars had showed themselves by now to watch the meadow while she watched them, her head tipping from side to side as if she head some silent music and her tail tapped with it.
