06-23-2009, 10:59 PM
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Thank you so much for starting! I stuck her generally in the cemetery because I'm not sure exactly where Drey is standing, I hope that's okay! If it's not, let me know and I can re-write this bit with something more specific. ;P ~460 words
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Eliza slowly wandered away from her exploration of Berwick for the night. She had been somewhat sleepy from the rigors of the day, but her stomach had been sharp with hunger, so she set off toward the Western area of the borders to try and scare up something small to eat. There wasn't any particular reason she had gone the direction she did, but so far there weren't many places she was familiar with in the pack lands. Getting used to the area close to where she was staying seemed as good an idea as any.
The field where she wound up seemed much more lush, and rife with prey; it didn't take too long for her to sate her appetite. She didn't turn back toward town immediately, though. Even though it was quite dark and she was mostly ready to retire for the night, Eliza realized she had inadvertently stumbled upon someplace interesting, and continued farther into the new area. The idea of leaving for sleep for the night and returning to see more in the morning never crossed her mind. Shes didn't really care to put things off, especially interesting things.
She passed the lopsided sections of eroded stone marking the boundaries of the cemetery, and quietly stepped near the faded headstones. She had never seen a burial ground quite like this before. Tall, ghostly figures were interspersed between long grasses and winding plants, watching over the bodies of the long dead. It didn't smell dead, though. It smelled like nature overgrown, sweet and cool in the nighttime air.
Pushing aside her tiredness, she idly wove between the ancient, pale markers, enjoying the peaceful feeling that pervaded the place. She didn't have a great background in reading English, but she was sure that even if she had she wouldn't have been able to make out any of the writing on the stones; too much time had passed, and now they were just faded reminders that once something else had lived and died here. Somehow she felt that even if others might forget, the tall, sad-looking statues would watch, and they would remember.
Before she had seen the cemetery she had been tempted to leave, but it had been quite a long time since she had felt that close to peaceful, and she found she wasn't ready to return to her makeshift den for the night just yet. The combination of sleepiness and the calm of the cemetery dulled her senses and lulled her into almost a half-awake state. Her movements became languid and periodic, and eventually she come to rest below the largest statue she could see, of a lonely-seeming woman standing watch over the night. She sat softly on her haunches and looked up at the star-filled sky, contented.
Eliza slowly wandered away from her exploration of Berwick for the night. She had been somewhat sleepy from the rigors of the day, but her stomach had been sharp with hunger, so she set off toward the Western area of the borders to try and scare up something small to eat. There wasn't any particular reason she had gone the direction she did, but so far there weren't many places she was familiar with in the pack lands. Getting used to the area close to where she was staying seemed as good an idea as any.
The field where she wound up seemed much more lush, and rife with prey; it didn't take too long for her to sate her appetite. She didn't turn back toward town immediately, though. Even though it was quite dark and she was mostly ready to retire for the night, Eliza realized she had inadvertently stumbled upon someplace interesting, and continued farther into the new area. The idea of leaving for sleep for the night and returning to see more in the morning never crossed her mind. Shes didn't really care to put things off, especially interesting things.
She passed the lopsided sections of eroded stone marking the boundaries of the cemetery, and quietly stepped near the faded headstones. She had never seen a burial ground quite like this before. Tall, ghostly figures were interspersed between long grasses and winding plants, watching over the bodies of the long dead. It didn't smell dead, though. It smelled like nature overgrown, sweet and cool in the nighttime air.
Pushing aside her tiredness, she idly wove between the ancient, pale markers, enjoying the peaceful feeling that pervaded the place. She didn't have a great background in reading English, but she was sure that even if she had she wouldn't have been able to make out any of the writing on the stones; too much time had passed, and now they were just faded reminders that once something else had lived and died here. Somehow she felt that even if others might forget, the tall, sad-looking statues would watch, and they would remember.
Before she had seen the cemetery she had been tempted to leave, but it had been quite a long time since she had felt that close to peaceful, and she found she wasn't ready to return to her makeshift den for the night just yet. The combination of sleepiness and the calm of the cemetery dulled her senses and lulled her into almost a half-awake state. Her movements became languid and periodic, and eventually she come to rest below the largest statue she could see, of a lonely-seeming woman standing watch over the night. She sat softly on her haunches and looked up at the star-filled sky, contented.
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