Play my Song of Cellos

*Irune* · 06-23-2014, 07:22 PM

Irune Ezra Armada

She could not resist traveling back up north in the snowy storm. She loved the way the cold bit into you, the wind tugging you about. To watch the little flakes whirl about. It made her feel alive, her blood sang with the storm, her firey amber eyes burned brightly in the white haze. The young girl had turned into a fine young wolf. She was tiny yes but she held all the grace and elegance bred into her. She moved easily through the storm, swaying with it, not fighting it like most do. She had heard that water shot out of the earth here, but it was dangerous to near it. None the less she wanted to find it, to see the odd sight.

The earth would rumble and vibrant, spinning on her toes she would turn to watch the geyser. Eyes widened in surprise at the amazing sight. The heat would spray down on her, lips curving in a smile. A giggle slipped from her mouth as she sprinted around the geyser at a safe distance. All winter the girl had spent in solitude, not once regretted. She had been unable to void the sickness that had plagued much of Alacritis. And she couldn't remember how she was cured. But now she was okay, her strength returning and her will to live and explore that much stronger. But now she was slowly heading north to make sure her family was alright after the plague. But no one said she couldn't have some fun on the way. She pranced and danced about in the snow, pouncing into large snow drifts to only resurface and dance more.

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