10-31-2008, 01:19 PM
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The morning rose high over pack lands, spilling its dampness and chilliness in the shape of dew and fog, respectively. Urma's shape rose against the canvas, surveying it with autumn-coloured eyes, like a silent guardian of the lands. She was quiet, her thoughts lost in the past, reconstructing stories as elusive as the morning fog. She looked up to the concrete-coloured sky, tinted here and there with the fairest blue, tracing the shape of candy floss clouds with her gaze.
She stood quite still for a while, before breaking into a run, changing directions without a second thought, the kind of run done only as means of exhausting oneself fast. In about fifteen minutes she had mapped out the entire area a couple of times, had exhausted herself and had tired out her muscles enough to collapse on the grass, allowing the cold dew to absorb the warmth from her body. Her heart yearned for an explanation to her tumultuous feelings, but in her secluded area within pack lands, she was safe and alone. And for whatever reason, any reserve of energy, of continuation, seemed to have left her. Now, as she lay in the early rays of the morning sun, she felt empty and forgotten, as abandoned as her home must have felt after she had left it to come here. What had made her think she could find something somewhere else?
Happiness had clearly been made to remain foreign to her.
She stood quite still for a while, before breaking into a run, changing directions without a second thought, the kind of run done only as means of exhausting oneself fast. In about fifteen minutes she had mapped out the entire area a couple of times, had exhausted herself and had tired out her muscles enough to collapse on the grass, allowing the cold dew to absorb the warmth from her body. Her heart yearned for an explanation to her tumultuous feelings, but in her secluded area within pack lands, she was safe and alone. And for whatever reason, any reserve of energy, of continuation, seemed to have left her. Now, as she lay in the early rays of the morning sun, she felt empty and forgotten, as abandoned as her home must have felt after she had left it to come here. What had made her think she could find something somewhere else?
Happiness had clearly been made to remain foreign to her.
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