Starlight and Ashes
01-31-2014, 11:26 AM
Raisa felt much older than her meagre years. She had been born somewhat senile, raised cynical, and her travels did not seem to be softening her to any extent. The sunlight seemed no brighter, flowers smelled no sweeter, and she had far too many goals that had yet to be accomplished. She woke and slept with the sour taste of yearning upon her lips. Her sighs came frequently. If Koros noted her ceaseless frustration he did not comment upon it, fearing a bitter tongue. Raisa rarely lashed out intentionally, but oft times it was impossible to avoid her ire. It was something he had learned to accept, and avoid when possible. He had brought her here, to this floral, sweet smelling forest, in the the hopes that it might temper her to any degree. So far, unfortunately, all they had done was lay about in the weak light of dusk, silent aside from spring crickets and their breath. He wanted to speak, to ease his Queen, but the words would not come. Her thoughts were as foreign to him as they had ever been. He found himself yearning for something to break the viscous calm. "Talk" "You" Think |
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