Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did own it...Every fangirl's life would be
a
little more interesting. ^_~
Random Authors Note: I've had scenes from that old movie popping into
my head all day... That thing about those little fantasy creatures? About
the crystal? There were these mice things and these llama things and
these evil vulture things? What was it called... The Dark Crystal, I believe.
I might be wrong. Anyway, scenes from it kept popping into my head...
Tara: Oh, wow, thanks. That really brightened up my day. ^^
Lisa: Well...I'm trying to get the details out in my mind, sorry. V.V;
Ed: I had been prepared for that first little pet, but apparently Twist has
more than one. Computer Virus snuck in my bedroom window and made
it's way down to the study where it ate my computer.*sends dirty glare
over towards Fate's house* I think I will stop putting up deadlines
because that second little pet seems to take it as an invitation to invade
my home. C.V. has also brought along it's little playmate Responsibilities.
I have so many things to do by the 12th...*sighs*
I've hit fifty reviews! Awesome!
...It took me eighteen chapters, but still...
***
November 3, Edoras
Sally woke to the sound of claws on glass.
Opening her eyes, she saw that the first light of day had just finished
peaking over the wall of the town and all was lit with a murky half light.
Yawning, she brushed her dirty blonde hair out of her face and slid out of
her bed, being careful not to wake to woman sleeping beside her.
Shivering slightly in the cold morning air, she stepped on the the icy floor,
wishing feverantly that it was summer.
She walked to the window in her room, positioned in the wooden wall
over a small desk, and not five feet from her bed.
Opening it part way, she saw a dark gray bird, the color of storm clouds,
with intelligent looking eyes and a message tied about it's leg.
Her heart leapt.
It was her Altron, the same bird she had sent down to the coast a mere
four days ago.
He had returned to her with a message. A letter from the coast. From her
old friend.
She stood in shock.
It had been so long...
An admonishing cry from the bird, high and shrill, causing the figure in the
bed to stir brought her to her senses.
Closing the window, she reached onto a shelf attached to the frame of
the desk, grabbing a brown leather glove, and hurrying out of the room
and the house.
As she stepped outside, she was reminded of what a foolish thing it was
to walk outside in the brisk autumn morning air in only a thin cotton
nightdress.
Laughing inwardly at her own stupidity, Sally hurried around to the back
of her house, her breath misting in front of her as she walked, where she
found Altron waiting for her, perched on top of the kennel already
containing Tallgeese, no longer asleep, but awake and moving around
inside it's cramped quarters.
She bent down, peering in through the metal mesh and checking to see
that the bird was hooded, before opening the door and letting the other
inside, pulling the letter off of it's foot as it flew in.
She grasped the note, holding it tightly in her left hand, the right was
covered by the glove, then quickly locked up and ran back inside, out of
the cold.
Closing and latching the thick wooden door behind her, she walked back
into her bedroom, where she sat on the bed, pulling the still-warm
blanket about her legs.
Sally unfolded her hand from the letter, then pulled off her glove, flinging
it on the ground.
She looked at it.
The parchment was cream colored, rolled up tightly and kept closed with
a melted wax seal.
She smiled.
It had been so long since her last letter from the coast. She had waited
so long to hear from her friend. And now...
Her fingers trailed to the seal, one nail slipping under and preparing to
slide it away from the paper.
Sally froze, staring at the unopened letter.
She recognized the seal; a running horse with a bird flying overhead,
bordered by a pattern like twisted rope.
It was...
She could not believe it.
She would not believe it.
But there it was, the red ink of the seal spreading on the parchment and
starting to dye her fingers a deep crimson, the rough paper beneath her
fingertips slightly crumpled from travel, the deep black ink almost seeping
through the material.
There it was.
The letter was hers.
The same one she had written less than a week ago, tied to Altron's leg,
and sent off with him to the coast.
She had gotten her hopes up so high, hoping that this would be the end
of the silence, but now...
Now they all came crashing down about her, their flimsy structures
crumbling as the base gave way, and falling to the ground, shattering like
thin shards of glass. A million pin pricks, cutting into her being, tearing her
slowly and painfully apart.
She couldn't believe it.
Shaking hands held the paper.
Blue eyes watched through blurred vision.
This was it.
It had been almost half a year.
That was too long to go without a response.
Far too long.
The letter fell from her hands as she stood up, walked to the window,
and looked out over a cool, grassy plane, seeing in her mind's eye the
place she knew almost as well.
A coastal land, one of stark contrasts.
Cliffs and water, sand and sea, ocean and sky.
Lost in the depths of her consciousness, she stood there until the taste
of salt upon her lips became more than just a memory of sea air, and the
vision before her disappeared, fading into darkness.
little more interesting. ^_~
Random Authors Note: I've had scenes from that old movie popping into
my head all day... That thing about those little fantasy creatures? About
the crystal? There were these mice things and these llama things and
these evil vulture things? What was it called... The Dark Crystal, I believe.
I might be wrong. Anyway, scenes from it kept popping into my head...
Tara: Oh, wow, thanks. That really brightened up my day. ^^
Lisa: Well...I'm trying to get the details out in my mind, sorry. V.V;
Ed: I had been prepared for that first little pet, but apparently Twist has
more than one. Computer Virus snuck in my bedroom window and made
it's way down to the study where it ate my computer.*sends dirty glare
over towards Fate's house* I think I will stop putting up deadlines
because that second little pet seems to take it as an invitation to invade
my home. C.V. has also brought along it's little playmate Responsibilities.
I have so many things to do by the 12th...*sighs*
I've hit fifty reviews! Awesome!
...It took me eighteen chapters, but still...
***
November 3, Edoras
Sally woke to the sound of claws on glass.
Opening her eyes, she saw that the first light of day had just finished
peaking over the wall of the town and all was lit with a murky half light.
Yawning, she brushed her dirty blonde hair out of her face and slid out of
her bed, being careful not to wake to woman sleeping beside her.
Shivering slightly in the cold morning air, she stepped on the the icy floor,
wishing feverantly that it was summer.
She walked to the window in her room, positioned in the wooden wall
over a small desk, and not five feet from her bed.
Opening it part way, she saw a dark gray bird, the color of storm clouds,
with intelligent looking eyes and a message tied about it's leg.
Her heart leapt.
It was her Altron, the same bird she had sent down to the coast a mere
four days ago.
He had returned to her with a message. A letter from the coast. From her
old friend.
She stood in shock.
It had been so long...
An admonishing cry from the bird, high and shrill, causing the figure in the
bed to stir brought her to her senses.
Closing the window, she reached onto a shelf attached to the frame of
the desk, grabbing a brown leather glove, and hurrying out of the room
and the house.
As she stepped outside, she was reminded of what a foolish thing it was
to walk outside in the brisk autumn morning air in only a thin cotton
nightdress.
Laughing inwardly at her own stupidity, Sally hurried around to the back
of her house, her breath misting in front of her as she walked, where she
found Altron waiting for her, perched on top of the kennel already
containing Tallgeese, no longer asleep, but awake and moving around
inside it's cramped quarters.
She bent down, peering in through the metal mesh and checking to see
that the bird was hooded, before opening the door and letting the other
inside, pulling the letter off of it's foot as it flew in.
She grasped the note, holding it tightly in her left hand, the right was
covered by the glove, then quickly locked up and ran back inside, out of
the cold.
Closing and latching the thick wooden door behind her, she walked back
into her bedroom, where she sat on the bed, pulling the still-warm
blanket about her legs.
Sally unfolded her hand from the letter, then pulled off her glove, flinging
it on the ground.
She looked at it.
The parchment was cream colored, rolled up tightly and kept closed with
a melted wax seal.
She smiled.
It had been so long since her last letter from the coast. She had waited
so long to hear from her friend. And now...
Her fingers trailed to the seal, one nail slipping under and preparing to
slide it away from the paper.
Sally froze, staring at the unopened letter.
She recognized the seal; a running horse with a bird flying overhead,
bordered by a pattern like twisted rope.
It was...
She could not believe it.
She would not believe it.
But there it was, the red ink of the seal spreading on the parchment and
starting to dye her fingers a deep crimson, the rough paper beneath her
fingertips slightly crumpled from travel, the deep black ink almost seeping
through the material.
There it was.
The letter was hers.
The same one she had written less than a week ago, tied to Altron's leg,
and sent off with him to the coast.
She had gotten her hopes up so high, hoping that this would be the end
of the silence, but now...
Now they all came crashing down about her, their flimsy structures
crumbling as the base gave way, and falling to the ground, shattering like
thin shards of glass. A million pin pricks, cutting into her being, tearing her
slowly and painfully apart.
She couldn't believe it.
Shaking hands held the paper.
Blue eyes watched through blurred vision.
This was it.
It had been almost half a year.
That was too long to go without a response.
Far too long.
The letter fell from her hands as she stood up, walked to the window,
and looked out over a cool, grassy plane, seeing in her mind's eye the
place she knew almost as well.
A coastal land, one of stark contrasts.
Cliffs and water, sand and sea, ocean and sky.
Lost in the depths of her consciousness, she stood there until the taste
of salt upon her lips became more than just a memory of sea air, and the
vision before her disappeared, fading into darkness.