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06-19-2015, 02:50 AM
Dusk had come upon you with little warning. You had finally satisfied your curiosity, traveling to the shore of ice and the bluest waters you had ever seen. It had been a long time coming, since the last breath of autumn that you intended to do such a thing. Within your excursion you had also managed to find a couple of the plants that you had seen stockpiled in your caves, and with little else of a choice, you still carried them within your mouth, their bitter taste thick upon your tongue. But it is the cold, not the taste of the herbs, which is your biggest adversary. Though your coat, like many others, had grown in thickly over the last couple of months, you shiver against the frigid night air. It was not often that you could be spied out at night, especially the last few weeks with temperatures dropping further than you had ever experienced in your rather short life. You suppose this is another thing you would just have to get used to. Dark had crept up on you with what seemed like little warning, though you had no one else to blame but yourself for you too entrenched in the spectacular archways of the glaciers, the near barrenness of the coastline; different, like so many things in this place have been so far, to notice the sun slipping beyond the horizon. It is then that the sound of something else moving amongst the blackness catches your attention, freezes you in mid-stride, eyes straining to see something, anything, and still hoping that you wouldn’t. Moments still you wait, though your sense of smell is encumbered by the musk of the weeds between your teeth. When nothing else catches your attention you proceed quietly, if not a little faster than you had deigned appropriate before, careful as to where you were placing your dainty feet. That is, until you can smell something both distinct and strong enough to overpower the earthy stench clogging your nostrils. “I thought I heard somebody.” A greeting through a mouthful of grass, whether or not he understood you hardly of consequence. You smile as you always do, inviting yourself closer to the small ice-cave with not a single thought to whether he would want your company or not, slight body looming in the entrance. He is much larger than you, you note, the color of his skin dark as Indian ink. Strange, feathery appendages sprout from his shoulders, causing you no end of curiosity, but you find it in better taste to hold your tongue for now. Helovia had introduced you to no shortage of strange things, things you had learned about in time. It is then that you drop the plants that you had been carrying into a neat pile beside you, looking back up to a face clad in alabaster from under long, long lashes. “Do you live here?” I mean, in The Basin?” |
@[Caleb]♥
sorry for the mixture of the wait/quality. c:
