Post by enigma on Jan 23, 2008 19:40:22 GMT -5
The morning was young, the first rays of sunlight spilt elegantly over the eastern mountain ranges turning the sky a deep purple. The breeze was crisp and fresh as it rustled the tall grasses and budding trees, beckoning them to wake and celebrate the new day. A morning dove’s song is what woke her, though most days she woke slowly and with appreciation for the dawn, this day she woke with a start.
The slumbering goddess lay curled in a patch of tall rye grass beneath the mourning branches of an ancient weeping willow. A curious mouse stood on sturdy hind legs, his nose twitched excitedly as he tilted his head to watch her more carefully. Fortunately he was quick for she jumped from her slumbering position to a standing one in the blink of an eye, her breaths coming in quick horrid gasps her sides heaving. She sighed heavily and caught sight of her little friend just as he high tailed it from under the tree and out into the meadow. She hung her head low, long silk trindles falling around her face, her icy pools closing gently,
“Forgive me little one.”
She stretched and yawned widely as she made her way through the willow drapes and towards the small brook nearby. She looked down into the slowly moving water at her reflection and smiled giving herself a reassuring nod, this was a morning ritual of hers. Her long slender neck stretched gracefully allowing her soft warm nose to barely skim the surface, she snorted briskly causing the water to jump away, and this made her laugh sweetly. After she sipped the refreshing liquid she walked through it quietly and up a steep incline, when she reached the top she came to a halt.
The view she had was breath taking, the valley below her stretched for miles, rolling hills, sweeping plains. Along the edges were thick forests, dark and full of history and legend. Beyond them lie the mountains, ominous and wise. By now the sun had peaked from over their tops, painting the landscape with a golden hue. Jarraj sighed as he strong but delicate skull turned slowly to face over her shoulder, perhaps a home would be worth seeking. An almost wicked grin parted her velvet lips, it had been a very long time since she had her heart broken, it would be nice to be on the breaking end for a change.