Summer 15, 512 AV Arms folded over chest; a wavering barrier cast in flesh and bone. Fine hairs which clung to skin grown white with cold; softened bristles which released their own torrent of tears. Misery unquenchable in the gathering gloom; misty tendrils dancing across sky darkened by night's blanket, several hours too soon. Smoky mists swirled through the air, guided by the hands of the winds they had displaced. Ethereal currents fled the scene to less tumultuous locations, only to return once the coast had been cleared. Naturally, however, a plethora had been swept up by the tides; drawn into the billowing clouds of thickening coal greys which hung directly overhead. Invisible tongue circling; taking a taste of all that was offered, so as to whet its palate. Unsatisfied, it would oft spit everything right back out, unless its course was enough to garner the expansion of bronze belt, metallic facet clicking incessantly against bits and brace before inevitable wedge down another rabbit hole. With pressure rising swiftly as time ticked away, leather chords binding central locations creaked. Boiled black grown sodden with excitement crackled; releasing rippling creases along the length. Fissures in earthen bed as adornment was split; ripped from its charge, expunging all of its contents which rained down upon a watchful world. Flaxen robes sunk into skin; rippling softly with the first of weather's chill. Cotton folds twirled around ankle, as waterfalls spilled into muddied puddles laying in wait. Rivers running over craven earth, sunken in on itself with the weight born of endless precipitation. Darker cloak hung by simple clasp about the neck dragged against her skin, reddening the tones. Hinting at the texture of blood that pulsed beneath in streams of various vibrancies, particularly in hues of blues and greens. Spider's webs of spun silk which cradled the skin delicately, caressing her features all the way to the underside of knobbed chin. Clefts in the rock from which cascaded the ends of trails, having trickled down the length of flawless face. A supple curve marred only by two subtle dips into icy lake, and a soft rise which broke towards the bend. Framed by an endless sea of trees whose leaves were the color of a raven's feather. As frayed and broken as those sent adrift beneath the autumnal sun. Flakes of ash waiting to fall against surreptitious splendor; all that was banished to an eternity against earthen bed. Silent grave, stilled by the hands of vexed gods. Petals the shade of lighter pink tulips trembled. The soft round of the lower grating against drawn teeth, a pearly white which shimmered against beads of saliva and rain alike. Sepals flourished as grating lines drawn over the ornament lost their shades. Color seeping into rosy cheeks, where vibrance was supped by dying cells. Childlike games of hopscotch wearing thin as unearthly crowns left their mark; indentations on velvet beds, spewing unsightly pus. Green moisture of the naive as unknowledgeable whore wove through the same stretch of forest for the third time over. Unbeknownst to her as undulating folds ran over water. Gathered pools waiting to sink more than foot. Tarnishing more than boiled leather boots strapped tightly against slender thigh. You just had to pick the worst day to come out here to practice, didn't you? Aislin scolded herself as waterlogged strands splayed against her features. Clung to her lips, causing her to spit them out with a spew of moisture as she kept her icy eyes fixated on whatever lay ahead. But at least this way you shall not be bothered. Only a fool would have heart enough to follow you here. Even so, Aislin still required a spacious enough area to practice without increasing the risk of bodily injury, or even, self voiding. Shaking her head to ward away the cool air as she sighed; she couldn't help but feel all the more the fool for refusing to relent. For insisting that her feet keep on carrying her to an unseen destination so that she may have a bit of privacy. So she could practice her magic without the city's men finding out about it. Or so she thought, thinking any which entity incapable of knowing all, despite the power they may wield at the tip of their fingers. The throngs of people whose strings they may pull. Sighing once more, she began to wonder if there were even a way out, should she want one. For surely, the ravosala men who ferried her from one side of the lake to the other would have turned in with the first sign of inclement weather looming on the horizon. |