Post by Færys Tiranas on Feb 28, 2008 18:57:47 GMT -5
Færys looked over the empty lots. She held a certain need for a place to call home, and yet no place to do so. During the war, she had seen the fall of Aesir, and the destruction of her tent, and her china, broken though it was. She held firmly to the only possession that she had managed to take from the wreckage unharmed. In fact, this possession alone had ended up better for the crash, having been broken before, yet somehow, perhaps magically, fixed. In her hand was but a flute, and aside from the clothes on her back, all that she owned. Her gold, or as much as she had, was lost in the crash as well, never to be even seen, as far as she could dig on an empty stomach. Ah, yes, her stomach. As if on cue, it rumbled so loudly that, were it she didn't have a hunger to match the rumble, she would have been downright embarrassed to have been the source.
How long had it been since she had eaten? Three weeks, was it? She had better find food soon, lest she starve to death. She could not let that happen. She looked about, wondering where she could call home. She saw a small lot, one that looked soft enough, and lay upon her back in the soft dirt. It wasn't so bad, after all. The soil was soft here, and it wasn't a cold place. She looked up at the sky, noting the shapes of the clouds. This one looked like a cake... That one looked like a turkey drumstick... She decided that she really needed to find food...
How long had it been since she had eaten? Three weeks, was it? She had better find food soon, lest she starve to death. She could not let that happen. She looked about, wondering where she could call home. She saw a small lot, one that looked soft enough, and lay upon her back in the soft dirt. It wasn't so bad, after all. The soil was soft here, and it wasn't a cold place. She looked up at the sky, noting the shapes of the clouds. This one looked like a cake... That one looked like a turkey drumstick... She decided that she really needed to find food...
