12-30-2008, 06:07 PM
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Aurèle, set in The Trenches.
The wind was strong. Strong and cold, a chilling embrace, a snippy companion that insisted on making its presence known. Tayui could hear the voice of the wind whistling in her ears, consuming all of her senses, stealing them away, and tossing them off the cliff. In fact, it was probably a very, very bad idea to be up here. From what she understood about pregnancies and birth, she was due to deliver soon, in a few days, in fact. She could taste the regret in her mouth now, could feel it as it filled the pit of her stomach. I shouldn't be here, she thought as she began to make her way back to the reserve, back to Aniwaya, back to where she should have been.
She began to make her way farther from the rocks, farther from the lighthouse perched so precariously on the edge. The wind was not as strong here, for there was a scattering of trees shielding her from the stormy gales. She continued to descend to the reserve, only then realizing that the lighthouse was perched atop a gently sloping hill, further elevated by an outcropping of rocks. She shook her head, wondering how she had possibly gotten so far without injuring herself. She chuckled, then continued on, toward home.
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Aurèle, set in The Trenches.
The wind was strong. Strong and cold, a chilling embrace, a snippy companion that insisted on making its presence known. Tayui could hear the voice of the wind whistling in her ears, consuming all of her senses, stealing them away, and tossing them off the cliff. In fact, it was probably a very, very bad idea to be up here. From what she understood about pregnancies and birth, she was due to deliver soon, in a few days, in fact. She could taste the regret in her mouth now, could feel it as it filled the pit of her stomach. I shouldn't be here, she thought as she began to make her way back to the reserve, back to Aniwaya, back to where she should have been.
She began to make her way farther from the rocks, farther from the lighthouse perched so precariously on the edge. The wind was not as strong here, for there was a scattering of trees shielding her from the stormy gales. She continued to descend to the reserve, only then realizing that the lighthouse was perched atop a gently sloping hill, further elevated by an outcropping of rocks. She shook her head, wondering how she had possibly gotten so far without injuring herself. She chuckled, then continued on, toward home.