Fall 13th
Why is it children feel the need to be so defiant?
Late at night when good children sleep there was one in the Isur smithy who did not, an oddity among her hardworking brethren. Waiting for the silence that says that the days work is done and it's time to rest. Feigning sleep the child waits for dull rumble of snoring to cover her escape. Tip toeing her way out of the smithy she called home the girl creeps out of her home to again get a fresh breath of air like she has so many times before. Kry had stopped feeling guilt for disobeying her parents, the fact that she would never be the heir they wanted had ceased to bother her. In fact Kry had found nothing but relief since she had decided to not spend each day trying to live up to the expectations of others. Stepping out of the smith's domain Kry took in a breath of the crisp fall air relishing in it's flavor and freshness.
With that, the girl began walking through the streets cloaked in dusk, her fear of darkness broken ago by the city. The girl had no real goal when she crept from her home only seeking the freedom of the outdoors. The fact that the city's terrain shifted as was it's want only further proved the point, the buildings themselves had as much desire to be tied down as Kry did. One foot after the other the girl slowly walked to the dark city, trusting it to guide her home by it's own devices come dawn. The dark streets welcomed the girl with open arms, though of whether the gesture was serene or sinister, one could never be sure.
Walking deeper into the shadows maw the girl walked through shadowed alleys where lanterns flickered angrily at being disturbed. Kry wasn't sure when she began to feel it but at some point, the sensation of being watched, Kry couldn't pin it down but the sensation was certainly there, like a prickling at the back of your neck or a electric current running through your heart. Coming to a stop beneath a lone flickering lantern the girl turned about and peered into the darkness. Had the cities unstable fever addled her mind with paranoia? Or was something else out and about in the darkness?
Why is it children feel the need to be so defiant?
Late at night when good children sleep there was one in the Isur smithy who did not, an oddity among her hardworking brethren. Waiting for the silence that says that the days work is done and it's time to rest. Feigning sleep the child waits for dull rumble of snoring to cover her escape. Tip toeing her way out of the smithy she called home the girl creeps out of her home to again get a fresh breath of air like she has so many times before. Kry had stopped feeling guilt for disobeying her parents, the fact that she would never be the heir they wanted had ceased to bother her. In fact Kry had found nothing but relief since she had decided to not spend each day trying to live up to the expectations of others. Stepping out of the smith's domain Kry took in a breath of the crisp fall air relishing in it's flavor and freshness.
With that, the girl began walking through the streets cloaked in dusk, her fear of darkness broken ago by the city. The girl had no real goal when she crept from her home only seeking the freedom of the outdoors. The fact that the city's terrain shifted as was it's want only further proved the point, the buildings themselves had as much desire to be tied down as Kry did. One foot after the other the girl slowly walked to the dark city, trusting it to guide her home by it's own devices come dawn. The dark streets welcomed the girl with open arms, though of whether the gesture was serene or sinister, one could never be sure.
Walking deeper into the shadows maw the girl walked through shadowed alleys where lanterns flickered angrily at being disturbed. Kry wasn't sure when she began to feel it but at some point, the sensation of being watched, Kry couldn't pin it down but the sensation was certainly there, like a prickling at the back of your neck or a electric current running through your heart. Coming to a stop beneath a lone flickering lantern the girl turned about and peered into the darkness. Had the cities unstable fever addled her mind with paranoia? Or was something else out and about in the darkness?
