Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2006 1:47 am
:ooc: >>; Sorry... At first was waiting to see if Poison was going to reply then totally forgot amidst a lot of RL shtuffis.
aNywaves... Will try to think of something interesting to say despite the dull thud at the back of head...
:bic:
Storm had started to fall asleep again, dozing in the shallows. All the while listening to the sounds of her surroundings... The gentle lapping of the water against the shore, the breeze as it talked with the trees... All things spoke to her on some level, but usually it was just quiet murmurings that soothed her spirit and made her feel at peace. Like sitting on her front porch and listening to bits of conversation of others as they wandered by. There was something so very comfortable about mundane things... No illussions of greatness or undercurrents of magic... Just day to day living and existing in the moment... Everything Else maybe all about magic and what it was running through her veins, but the common existence was about Nothing more fancy than what one ate for dinner or whether one had gotten that pesky berry stain out of a youngster's knee britches.
And that was what she loved most about life... Magic was everyday survival but the non-magical side of it was so warm and calming. So solid and sensible.
aNywaves... Will try to think of something interesting to say despite the dull thud at the back of head...
:bic:
Storm had started to fall asleep again, dozing in the shallows. All the while listening to the sounds of her surroundings... The gentle lapping of the water against the shore, the breeze as it talked with the trees... All things spoke to her on some level, but usually it was just quiet murmurings that soothed her spirit and made her feel at peace. Like sitting on her front porch and listening to bits of conversation of others as they wandered by. There was something so very comfortable about mundane things... No illussions of greatness or undercurrents of magic... Just day to day living and existing in the moment... Everything Else maybe all about magic and what it was running through her veins, but the common existence was about Nothing more fancy than what one ate for dinner or whether one had gotten that pesky berry stain out of a youngster's knee britches.
And that was what she loved most about life... Magic was everyday survival but the non-magical side of it was so warm and calming. So solid and sensible.