i should wear your old red dress
12-11-2015, 08:58 PM
Nagendra’s previous stay at Imperium hadn’t actually been too long. He hadn’t gotten to know the territory as well as he could have, so a few days after his return he would set out into the hills to explore more. He wanted to know each rise in the land, know the best paths across and how to get to exactly where he was going as fast as possible. He also wanted to find a good place – a good place to relax and think. The hills were beautiful and he could perfectly picture himself, poised atop a single crest and displayed before open skies in strange solitude. It sounded wonderful.
Wonderful enough that he would divert his investigating from the original, more practical intention of knowing the land, to exploring for that perfect hill. In the winter, although it was still a pleasant temperature, all the lush grass had turned brown and brittle. He liked it all the same. As he strode in between hills, weaving through the troughs rather than overtop of them, he observed the area with silent appreciation. The solidarity of everything was stunning. Perhaps the crumpled and deathlike grass was the other side of the coin to Summer’s sweet green seas, but that didn’t mean it was ugly. Nagendra thought that what mattered most was the harmony it made with grey skies and nipping winds – a harsher picture than other seasons, but a masterpiece all the same. And he loved it.
Finally deciding that he had poked around enough, he selected a hill and ascended. He had seen lots from below – now it was time to get, arguably, the better view. He tried best he could to situate himself at the very, very top of the hill (although, once you were there, it was hard to judge with simply one’s eyes). When he picked a place and sat, he took a moment to inhale deeply and look around. Oh yes. Although he wasn’t very high up, the view was still lovely. The landscape was rolling and curved, owning a smoothness that he felt he seldom saw anywhere else. And without any trees about, he felt exposed – not in a bad way, but only to be enshrouded in the sweetness of open sky, however dismal it was at the moment. With these observations made and a thorough satisfaction blooming in his mind, he smiled and shut his eyes.
Wonderful enough that he would divert his investigating from the original, more practical intention of knowing the land, to exploring for that perfect hill. In the winter, although it was still a pleasant temperature, all the lush grass had turned brown and brittle. He liked it all the same. As he strode in between hills, weaving through the troughs rather than overtop of them, he observed the area with silent appreciation. The solidarity of everything was stunning. Perhaps the crumpled and deathlike grass was the other side of the coin to Summer’s sweet green seas, but that didn’t mean it was ugly. Nagendra thought that what mattered most was the harmony it made with grey skies and nipping winds – a harsher picture than other seasons, but a masterpiece all the same. And he loved it.
Finally deciding that he had poked around enough, he selected a hill and ascended. He had seen lots from below – now it was time to get, arguably, the better view. He tried best he could to situate himself at the very, very top of the hill (although, once you were there, it was hard to judge with simply one’s eyes). When he picked a place and sat, he took a moment to inhale deeply and look around. Oh yes. Although he wasn’t very high up, the view was still lovely. The landscape was rolling and curved, owning a smoothness that he felt he seldom saw anywhere else. And without any trees about, he felt exposed – not in a bad way, but only to be enshrouded in the sweetness of open sky, however dismal it was at the moment. With these observations made and a thorough satisfaction blooming in his mind, he smiled and shut his eyes.
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