Post by //|:Crim~Harrowmont:|\\ on May 25, 2010 10:00:24 GMT -5
golden silence lay among the trees that he haunted. rays of gold and amber of the sun pierced the canopy and alit upon the ground floor. dust motes danced in the sky, and crickets chirped their lovely tunes. birds flew over head, their bodies alive with joy, they fluttered about in reckless abandon. A calm wind blew at the lone figure sitting on the fence, it grabbed at him with its invisible fingers. Crim turned his face skyward and sighed.
he was clothed in his normal white cloth and black leather material. the arm socks he wore covered his hands as he moved to tuck hair behind his ear. he was wearing no shoes. and his black leather pants were baggier than usual. his eyes sparkled as he reveled in the occurring nature. he often thought he was blessed to have two eye colors. one green one gold. his smile flashed in the sunlight as he thought of the adventure he would soon have. he thought of the fights he would serve for the Varden. was it just youths impatience searing in his veins.
he gently lifts himself off the fence and continues down the path. alighting on a fence post several meters down. he repeats the process but with different thoughts. he looks toward the lake of siltrhim which he is facing. the calm waves loop in endless abandon, marching towards the distant shore. the sun playing on the waters surface reminds him that he must attend to his fish later. suddenly Crim's ears pick up the faint sound of clothes against skin. he turns but sees no one.
he turns further around now completely facing away from the lake.
he touches his fingers to his lips and says softly but surely to the silence
"Atra esterní ono thelduin.... Era ono frá thornessa gata."
((first part is elven greeting, second: are you on this path?))
he reaches up and moves his hair out of his eyes again, as they are bothering him, but he does not mind too much. his senses are alert to see what had arisen him from his thoughts.....
(( the below image is poperty of me, as i took it using my fathers camera. please do not use without my express permission))
he was clothed in his normal white cloth and black leather material. the arm socks he wore covered his hands as he moved to tuck hair behind his ear. he was wearing no shoes. and his black leather pants were baggier than usual. his eyes sparkled as he reveled in the occurring nature. he often thought he was blessed to have two eye colors. one green one gold. his smile flashed in the sunlight as he thought of the adventure he would soon have. he thought of the fights he would serve for the Varden. was it just youths impatience searing in his veins.
he gently lifts himself off the fence and continues down the path. alighting on a fence post several meters down. he repeats the process but with different thoughts. he looks toward the lake of siltrhim which he is facing. the calm waves loop in endless abandon, marching towards the distant shore. the sun playing on the waters surface reminds him that he must attend to his fish later. suddenly Crim's ears pick up the faint sound of clothes against skin. he turns but sees no one.
he turns further around now completely facing away from the lake.
he touches his fingers to his lips and says softly but surely to the silence
"Atra esterní ono thelduin.... Era ono frá thornessa gata."
((first part is elven greeting, second: are you on this path?))
he reaches up and moves his hair out of his eyes again, as they are bothering him, but he does not mind too much. his senses are alert to see what had arisen him from his thoughts.....
(( the below image is poperty of me, as i took it using my fathers camera. please do not use without my express permission))
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