Daughter of the Silver Moon ) Ella
Jan 12, 2014 16:46:55 GMT -5
Post by Gone5eva on Jan 12, 2014 16:46:55 GMT -5
TOTALLY WIP TOTALLY WIP
Forgive me for being so blind-
Gently wafting flakes fluttered down overhead, twisting, turning, flashing bright white in the clear light cast from the full moon in patches of ebony clouds. Pinpricks of light glistened higher, like blue dots of the snow that cascaded wealky from overhead. Some kind denizen of twelve took to shoveling the blanket from last week's storm away, pushing clumps of snow to the sides of the roads and walkways where they hardened into icey curbs.
Her face rose to the sky, her breath filtering past her chattering teeth in gentle clouds, wafting from her lips. Bark brown eyes flickered this way and that, keeping their gaze on the unearthly sky. She was always facinated with weather patterns, with stars. Through the patchy thickness, she could spot a few constellations- The few stars of the big dipper, Ursa Major for example. When he was alive, her eighty-million year old grandfather would sit little Jenna on his lap and point out the glorous stars, whispering stories to her about ancient entities who fought.
He told her about Casiopea, about Andromeda and Hercules, and even Pegasus. She spotted none of these, but on quiet nights, she swore she could hear his voice whispering in her ear, feel the warmth of his words resonating through her entire form. She wondered why others in the district did not share her sense of wonder at the night sky, why they all scoffed and shivered away from the darkness and cold. The darkness held magic, if any so cared to look deep enough.
Her footsteps carried her through the lonely district, though the silence did not bother her in the slightest. There was no curfew for an eighteen year old grl, alone. Besides, who would really yell and scream at her? She was about the sweetest, shyest thing to ever exist. She tugged gently at her fingerless, dark brown woolen gloves, her booted feet taking her on a tour of the darkened, seemingly abandoned district.
It was funny- how different things looked during the day when one compared them to the night. Jenna could honestly say, she prefered the nightime. She was introverted, one could say. She longed to spend her time alone, fishing, or reading books instead of partying her time away with others. Slim fingers rose to her dark hair, gently pulling it between her fingers as her mind wandered. She wanted, longed for the flurries of snow that plagued the district the week before, but now seemed content to laze about in the sky.
She allowed her mind to wander, imagining the lucky citizens of the capitol. All the books they could ever read, massive libraries. Here, no one seemed to care about intelligence. It was 'How much coal can you cart around?' She was not going to work in the mines. Maybe she would become a healer or something. She recalled a vid during the pagent before the games, a bunch of shining lights rising directly in the sky. She wanted to do something like that- create beautiful things out of light.
Sometmes she felt as though she were born into the wrong district. Of course, not that she knew what others did, but she knew coal was not for her. All the workers in the district did was cart it back and forth, delving deeper and deeper into the Earth to fnd the burning fuel for the capitol. Jenna often wondered how others lived their lives, how other boys behaved aside from the rough, gruff, and tough males of her home district. She could become a wanderer, she thought. 'I can pull that off.'
Forgive me for being so blind-
Gently wafting flakes fluttered down overhead, twisting, turning, flashing bright white in the clear light cast from the full moon in patches of ebony clouds. Pinpricks of light glistened higher, like blue dots of the snow that cascaded wealky from overhead. Some kind denizen of twelve took to shoveling the blanket from last week's storm away, pushing clumps of snow to the sides of the roads and walkways where they hardened into icey curbs.
Her face rose to the sky, her breath filtering past her chattering teeth in gentle clouds, wafting from her lips. Bark brown eyes flickered this way and that, keeping their gaze on the unearthly sky. She was always facinated with weather patterns, with stars. Through the patchy thickness, she could spot a few constellations- The few stars of the big dipper, Ursa Major for example. When he was alive, her eighty-million year old grandfather would sit little Jenna on his lap and point out the glorous stars, whispering stories to her about ancient entities who fought.
He told her about Casiopea, about Andromeda and Hercules, and even Pegasus. She spotted none of these, but on quiet nights, she swore she could hear his voice whispering in her ear, feel the warmth of his words resonating through her entire form. She wondered why others in the district did not share her sense of wonder at the night sky, why they all scoffed and shivered away from the darkness and cold. The darkness held magic, if any so cared to look deep enough.
Her footsteps carried her through the lonely district, though the silence did not bother her in the slightest. There was no curfew for an eighteen year old grl, alone. Besides, who would really yell and scream at her? She was about the sweetest, shyest thing to ever exist. She tugged gently at her fingerless, dark brown woolen gloves, her booted feet taking her on a tour of the darkened, seemingly abandoned district.
It was funny- how different things looked during the day when one compared them to the night. Jenna could honestly say, she prefered the nightime. She was introverted, one could say. She longed to spend her time alone, fishing, or reading books instead of partying her time away with others. Slim fingers rose to her dark hair, gently pulling it between her fingers as her mind wandered. She wanted, longed for the flurries of snow that plagued the district the week before, but now seemed content to laze about in the sky.
She allowed her mind to wander, imagining the lucky citizens of the capitol. All the books they could ever read, massive libraries. Here, no one seemed to care about intelligence. It was 'How much coal can you cart around?' She was not going to work in the mines. Maybe she would become a healer or something. She recalled a vid during the pagent before the games, a bunch of shining lights rising directly in the sky. She wanted to do something like that- create beautiful things out of light.
Sometmes she felt as though she were born into the wrong district. Of course, not that she knew what others did, but she knew coal was not for her. All the workers in the district did was cart it back and forth, delving deeper and deeper into the Earth to fnd the burning fuel for the capitol. Jenna often wondered how others lived their lives, how other boys behaved aside from the rough, gruff, and tough males of her home district. She could become a wanderer, she thought. 'I can pull that off.'
