Serrafluer's Daybook, Grimoire, and Ledger
Jul 24, 2022 12:01:03 GMT -5
Post by Serrafleur Spyris on Jul 24, 2022 12:01:03 GMT -5
A Premonition at Dawn
"Oh, what to do, what to do..." Serra muttered to herself. She was taking her evening stroll through the surrounding pinewood forest. She took this walk daily, checking in on the local flora and fauna. However, unlike times before, Serra was...bored?
Her garden was immaculate. Bushes overflowing with blooming blossoms, strong vines sprouting new branches, herb plants as thick as a thicket. The next comet wasn't due for another year and she wasn't particularly interested in any of the upcoming celestial alignments. She'd seen them all before. She was between alchemical experiments, was waiting for the next magick book to arrive, and had even finished her most recent romance novel. No new apprentices were in sight. The chalkboard in her laboratory remained dark as night. She even rearranged the den.
A rustling branch overhead alerted Serra that Regna had landed.
"Well, hopefully she is at least having a pleasant time." Serra continue to utter softly under breathe. Regna cocked her head. Of course she was! She just had a delicious rodent for dinner.
Serra's slow promenade was near the halfway mark, Mourning Point. What a fitting name. She was here at daybreak and had the current spirit of widow. She looked across the bay. The trees surrounding Eclipse City were just visible through the fog over the eerie still-water. Serra was overcome with a new feeling: anticipation. Something was going to happen...or she needed to do something...or...she couldn't put her finger on it.
Dawn broke above the horizon. Rays of light streamed across the sun and ended the twilight. With the radiance came a wind, whipping the waters into waves. The silence burst and sound returned. Birds chirped in the trees and needles rattled on branches.
Serra snapped from her distant gaze and looked around. Morning had arrived. Regna hooted behind her, now perched on the closest branch from the tree-line behind. She left out a breathe.
"Breath, Serra," and she did. "Do not forget, there is a world out there. Do not become a relic of the history from which you are from." Serra turned back to the pinewood and took steps into the darkness. Regna followed behind.
"Oh, what to do, what to do..." Serra muttered to herself. She was taking her evening stroll through the surrounding pinewood forest. She took this walk daily, checking in on the local flora and fauna. However, unlike times before, Serra was...bored?
Her garden was immaculate. Bushes overflowing with blooming blossoms, strong vines sprouting new branches, herb plants as thick as a thicket. The next comet wasn't due for another year and she wasn't particularly interested in any of the upcoming celestial alignments. She'd seen them all before. She was between alchemical experiments, was waiting for the next magick book to arrive, and had even finished her most recent romance novel. No new apprentices were in sight. The chalkboard in her laboratory remained dark as night. She even rearranged the den.
A rustling branch overhead alerted Serra that Regna had landed.
"Well, hopefully she is at least having a pleasant time." Serra continue to utter softly under breathe. Regna cocked her head. Of course she was! She just had a delicious rodent for dinner.
Serra's slow promenade was near the halfway mark, Mourning Point. What a fitting name. She was here at daybreak and had the current spirit of widow. She looked across the bay. The trees surrounding Eclipse City were just visible through the fog over the eerie still-water. Serra was overcome with a new feeling: anticipation. Something was going to happen...or she needed to do something...or...she couldn't put her finger on it.
Dawn broke above the horizon. Rays of light streamed across the sun and ended the twilight. With the radiance came a wind, whipping the waters into waves. The silence burst and sound returned. Birds chirped in the trees and needles rattled on branches.
Serra snapped from her distant gaze and looked around. Morning had arrived. Regna hooted behind her, now perched on the closest branch from the tree-line behind. She left out a breathe.
"Breath, Serra," and she did. "Do not forget, there is a world out there. Do not become a relic of the history from which you are from." Serra turned back to the pinewood and took steps into the darkness. Regna followed behind.