The Whispering Stones (Private)
Oct 14, 2022 22:42:18 GMT -5
Post by Miosh on Oct 14, 2022 22:42:18 GMT -5
Life is full of little wonders we fail to notice. Partially, because we are too busy living our lives, partially, because there's too much ash in the air. Heavy-eyed, ever so tired, we shuffle through the days, feeling sleepy and worn out. Sometimes, the moment merely escapes us. We stare at the world, rubbing our eyes: what was that trick? Then sigh and turn away. Wonders are short-lived for those who miss them and everlasting for those who don't.
The Sun was slowly sliding down the rooftops. It looked old and hazy. Its rays stretched across the square, setting fire to the windows of taverns. Its touch lingered on the stones of the pavement, still warm from a midday blaze. It kissed the heads and backs of passersby, and made the particles of ash dance and sparkle like fairy dust! It seemed, no one had noticed, the moment of glow was brief. But one little cloaked figure halted on her way through the crowd. She opened her eyes wide and drank the view in, for that was the moment she would keep dear, hiding it in her long long memories like a gemstone. Yet, soon enough the moment was gone. To her surprise, Cheche noticed, that the crowd had carried her closer to a weather-bitten drinking fountain, grey with soot. Long shadows were creeping out of the alleyways, much like lean stray cats. The town was shaking off the drowsiness of a lazy afternoon. The merchants were clearing the stalls to make way for the wandering minstrels, dancers, and acrobats. Soon enough the torches would be lit, the people would start dancing, and the jolly music would spill out of the open doors of the taverns. Cheche yawned showing her sharp sharky teeth and looked around. She seemed so small compared to the tall natives of Darkveil city. She muffled herself in a brown woolen quilt she had found the other day, making sure her shimmering wings were not showing. There was no need to draw any further attention, was there? First things first, she had to settle somewhere. The pixie picked up her bundle and started in the direction of a nearby tavern. The wooden sign promised food and shelter for the night. Moreover, her rounded button of a nose had caught up on the delicious smell of freshly cooked stew. She was tingling with anticipation when she suddenly heard something odd. A melody, strangely familiar, reminding her of a merry jig she once danced to in the emerald hills of her land. Now that was curious! Her pointy ears wiggled, and her whole figure turned in the direction of the faint tune. Apparently, the tune was coming from a shadowy alley on her right. Could it be someone of her folk? She hurried her feet towards it., her curiosity had the best of her yet again! Whatever awaited her there?
The Sun was slowly sliding down the rooftops. It looked old and hazy. Its rays stretched across the square, setting fire to the windows of taverns. Its touch lingered on the stones of the pavement, still warm from a midday blaze. It kissed the heads and backs of passersby, and made the particles of ash dance and sparkle like fairy dust! It seemed, no one had noticed, the moment of glow was brief. But one little cloaked figure halted on her way through the crowd. She opened her eyes wide and drank the view in, for that was the moment she would keep dear, hiding it in her long long memories like a gemstone. Yet, soon enough the moment was gone. To her surprise, Cheche noticed, that the crowd had carried her closer to a weather-bitten drinking fountain, grey with soot. Long shadows were creeping out of the alleyways, much like lean stray cats. The town was shaking off the drowsiness of a lazy afternoon. The merchants were clearing the stalls to make way for the wandering minstrels, dancers, and acrobats. Soon enough the torches would be lit, the people would start dancing, and the jolly music would spill out of the open doors of the taverns. Cheche yawned showing her sharp sharky teeth and looked around. She seemed so small compared to the tall natives of Darkveil city. She muffled herself in a brown woolen quilt she had found the other day, making sure her shimmering wings were not showing. There was no need to draw any further attention, was there? First things first, she had to settle somewhere. The pixie picked up her bundle and started in the direction of a nearby tavern. The wooden sign promised food and shelter for the night. Moreover, her rounded button of a nose had caught up on the delicious smell of freshly cooked stew. She was tingling with anticipation when she suddenly heard something odd. A melody, strangely familiar, reminding her of a merry jig she once danced to in the emerald hills of her land. Now that was curious! Her pointy ears wiggled, and her whole figure turned in the direction of the faint tune. Apparently, the tune was coming from a shadowy alley on her right. Could it be someone of her folk? She hurried her feet towards it., her curiosity had the best of her yet again! Whatever awaited her there?