11-18-2021, 07:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-20-2021, 01:34 AM by Olive. Edited 1 time in total.)
She lingered in the foothills of mountains facing the opposite of the plains; the lands of golden shimmering grasses and golden wraiths was long behind her.
The lands of sun and warmth were behind her as well; in this western world, it was cold and still. The frigid fingers of winter drove deep into the earth, allowing a different type of beauty to take over. Where the trees of the east and the south would dramatically drop their leaves to decay and wither away, the trees here were evergreen, and they grew larger and more cloud-like as the blustry snows rolled in. All seasons in the wheel of the year were important, and Olive found it was nice to draw strength from a land that did not shrink away from a challenge. The frozen mountains, to the sylph, felt very metaphorical.
Olive left the boy Archon and the cat Benry early one morning as they slept beneath the heaving boughs of their evergreen guardian; the woman had formed a fascination with the land and found it easy to rise before her companions in the quietude of the early morning. The sun was soft and the entire world appeared mellow and welcoming. At first, the woman uttered a hushed groan as her body woke to life & warmed to movement, feeling the sensitivity of her left hip and the persistent puncture wounds they bore. Soon she would anoint her body with herbs, but first, it was time to greet they day with a small amount of morning merriment.
The shrouded sylph sashayed through the coniferous outcropping, eager for her prana to begin flowing and wash out the salutary creakiness that lingered.
The lands of sun and warmth were behind her as well; in this western world, it was cold and still. The frigid fingers of winter drove deep into the earth, allowing a different type of beauty to take over. Where the trees of the east and the south would dramatically drop their leaves to decay and wither away, the trees here were evergreen, and they grew larger and more cloud-like as the blustry snows rolled in. All seasons in the wheel of the year were important, and Olive found it was nice to draw strength from a land that did not shrink away from a challenge. The frozen mountains, to the sylph, felt very metaphorical.
Olive left the boy Archon and the cat Benry early one morning as they slept beneath the heaving boughs of their evergreen guardian; the woman had formed a fascination with the land and found it easy to rise before her companions in the quietude of the early morning. The sun was soft and the entire world appeared mellow and welcoming. At first, the woman uttered a hushed groan as her body woke to life & warmed to movement, feeling the sensitivity of her left hip and the persistent puncture wounds they bore. Soon she would anoint her body with herbs, but first, it was time to greet they day with a small amount of morning merriment.
The shrouded sylph sashayed through the coniferous outcropping, eager for her prana to begin flowing and wash out the salutary creakiness that lingered.
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