Light is a Place [open]
Aug 29, 2010 18:24:28 GMT -5
Post by [Ella] -- gone until 10/25 D= on Aug 29, 2010 18:24:28 GMT -5
ash soleil.[/blockquote][/blockquote]All of the little pieces falling,
shatter.No matter how hard I tried, the heat of the summer still clung to me relentlessly. And the sweat that dripped down my face was nearly enough to send me dashing back inside the small house for both shelter and shade. The rain, I realized, had stopped though. Thank God.
I was a different person in this forest. The leaves that rustled from the weight of last night's storm, the sound of left over water dripping to the ground--all of that I recieved with open arms. Once upon a time, the silence that pressed against me would have been a sanctuary. But now silence was an enemy. I wanted to be noticed. I wanted someone to talk. I wanted to hear something--anything.
Emerging from the forest, I slid off my horse--a pale mustang of a couple of years. Kade. He was just my size, fortunately, and about the only horse I could ride without hearing a fit from my brother. Roy was always so careful and cautious about his horses. It got slightly annoying at times. Shaking my head, I glanced at the sky.
"Damn." My fingers clenched together, digging into the palms of my hands. Stupid sun. Not for the first time, I wished it was winter. I loved the cold more than the heat, and besides, it was just way too hot for anyone to be truly sane. Plus, The Hunger Games were about to begin. I hoped more than anything that the Arena had air conditioning. If I was Reaped.
"Of course, I could always just run away," I muttered to Kade. I was doing a lot of muttering now. Was it healthy? Probably not. But my brother Roy certainly didn't catch me at it, and that was enough to keep me satisfied. There was no way I was going to see some kind of doctor. Besides, this was District 5. Our doctors were decent, and that was it. Compared to 2, we were nothing.
And speaking of Roy, I was supposed to be at the shop. Not in the small forest near our tiny house. But I had time. He wouldn't be coming home until night. I had a few more hours to kill, surely, before it was time to shop.
Without knowing why, I smiled, before climbing back onto Kade, urging him onward in a slow walk. And far away, the afternoon waited.