speak of the devil
12-07-2013, 04:11 PM
OOC: Circe is about 5 months.
The girl would lay upon a large upturned stone high upon the ruins which allowed her cerulean eyes advantage over the lifeless land. She lay there among the rocks as if she were one of the stones. Her small body still, broken only occasionally by a bodily tremor caused by the bitter winter wind. The stone throne was a place she visited often. Here she retreated into her thoughts for contemplation and imagination were her only methods of play. Having little attention from her siblings and less from her often absent parents she had become eerily independent for her age and perhaps somewhat wild in the absence of company. She ran freely throughout Alacritis, seeking experience for the body and mind and when struck with the company of others she played the role of stranger well. Talking little and observing carefully from the limits of their couplings or society.
And the role would come to her again as a wanderer entered her view. Cerulean eyes would sharpen as awareness drew forth and thought became a second priority. He had not noticed her and so she would rise from the throne and slink downward among the ruins with leisure, her thin body slinking about the stonework in an agile manor until her chocolate body would come into the young man's frame of view. The girl's eyes trained upon him with contemplation, taking, for once, the first turn in conversation with a simple hullo.
The girl would lay upon a large upturned stone high upon the ruins which allowed her cerulean eyes advantage over the lifeless land. She lay there among the rocks as if she were one of the stones. Her small body still, broken only occasionally by a bodily tremor caused by the bitter winter wind. The stone throne was a place she visited often. Here she retreated into her thoughts for contemplation and imagination were her only methods of play. Having little attention from her siblings and less from her often absent parents she had become eerily independent for her age and perhaps somewhat wild in the absence of company. She ran freely throughout Alacritis, seeking experience for the body and mind and when struck with the company of others she played the role of stranger well. Talking little and observing carefully from the limits of their couplings or society.
And the role would come to her again as a wanderer entered her view. Cerulean eyes would sharpen as awareness drew forth and thought became a second priority. He had not noticed her and so she would rise from the throne and slink downward among the ruins with leisure, her thin body slinking about the stonework in an agile manor until her chocolate body would come into the young man's frame of view. The girl's eyes trained upon him with contemplation, taking, for once, the first turn in conversation with a simple hullo.