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reading rainbow
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Oh, the winds are burning – ooc.
Here we go Shmeenessess! This is lame and not very flowy. <.<
Leaving me without a name – ic.
The southern part of the woods were claimed, that much the young girl knew already. In her few months spent away from Dahlia de Mai with her older brother, the neutral lands of Souls were often Bris' chosen areas of solitude. She loved her brother dearly, and he had been instrumental in helping the white female with her first change, but there were simply some days that the girl needed her privacy and air free of Drey's cynical comments and complete lack of faith in the world. Bris tended to be optimistic by nature, and butting heads with the older Stormbringer was a common occurance.
Arachnea's Revenge had become the young werewolf's favorite neutral territory. The lake in the center, with its surreal depths tinted an impossible shade of cobalt, had proven an inescapable capivator of her curiosity. Even now, the girl sat in her fully shifted optime form on the water's edge, one footpaw draped precariously in the frosted grass on the outskirts of its clutches. The water itself was beginning to freeze in the frigid midwinter air, but its color still permeated its depths. The satchel Bris' older sister Kol had given her lay beside her left hip, its soft material poked in several places by the corners of the several books it contained within it. One of those books lay open in the young female's snowy lap, its yellowed pages still lovingly maintained despite its wear.
Jack London had become one of Bris' favorite writers as she'd found herself able to read increasingly more complex works. Her current choice, White Fang, still contained words and phrases that were a little beyond her skill level, and her beloved dictionary sat beside her right hip where she could easily flip through its pages. Sunlight spilled through the naked trees, warming the girl's snowy white body as she spent the late morning devouring the pages, her senses dulled to the outside world as she lost herself in the magic of her beloved book.
Table by me!
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