Post by Chani {♥} on Oct 12, 2007 23:58:09 GMT -5
The warm season had been replaced by a cold one. The wind was scarce, but frigid, unbearable, and fast when it blew. It was an icy morning, but Lorelei was in a hearty mood. She had sung for nearly a week in Ulbrecht, earning herself a nice amount of money. And, just as she thought she would starve in these seemingly forsake farmlands, a farmer had asked her to come in out of the cold. He had fed her and his daughter had prepared a bed for her. In turn she had cooked them breakfast and cleaned their dishes. They seemed reluctant to let her leave.
"When the night comes, it'll come hard," the farmer had warned. He had no idea exactly how true that was for Lorelei, no matter where she was or in what season she was traveling.
She was warmed by her cheerfulness... That and her many layers of clothing. The farmer's daughter had given her a dark blue scarf to go with the rest of her blue attire. Lorelei wore it around her neck and found that she could smell the muffins she had baked that morning on it.
Lorelei couldn't quite place how long she had been in the plains. But she smelled the ocean, she felt the ocean, as if it was beating within her heart. With every step closer her heart beat harder. She wondered how close she could get before the urge to go to the water would overcome her. She hadn't seen it in so long... but it was too dangerous.
The smell of the ocean and the seemingly wonderful way things were going caused her to break into song, though the song had not a note of cheerfulness. It didn't have actual words, it was just the voice and the notes carrying out across the cold land. And, though it was wordless, it was melancholy. She had came up with it a long time ago and named it "Crestfallen", and the name did it justice. A weathered harp was strapped to her back, the usual dagger was hidden under her skirts, her mother's amulet lied beneath her shirts, and a bag full of clothes and a few other knickknacks was slung over her shoulder. She was walking barefoot. This may appear uncomfortable to some people, but Lorelei had an unnerving resistance to cold, though temperatures above 75 degrees Fahrenheit would probably send her into heatstrokes. The snow didn't budge much under her tiny, naked feet due to her Elven light-footedness.
"When the night comes, it'll come hard," the farmer had warned. He had no idea exactly how true that was for Lorelei, no matter where she was or in what season she was traveling.
She was warmed by her cheerfulness... That and her many layers of clothing. The farmer's daughter had given her a dark blue scarf to go with the rest of her blue attire. Lorelei wore it around her neck and found that she could smell the muffins she had baked that morning on it.
Lorelei couldn't quite place how long she had been in the plains. But she smelled the ocean, she felt the ocean, as if it was beating within her heart. With every step closer her heart beat harder. She wondered how close she could get before the urge to go to the water would overcome her. She hadn't seen it in so long... but it was too dangerous.
The smell of the ocean and the seemingly wonderful way things were going caused her to break into song, though the song had not a note of cheerfulness. It didn't have actual words, it was just the voice and the notes carrying out across the cold land. And, though it was wordless, it was melancholy. She had came up with it a long time ago and named it "Crestfallen", and the name did it justice. A weathered harp was strapped to her back, the usual dagger was hidden under her skirts, her mother's amulet lied beneath her shirts, and a bag full of clothes and a few other knickknacks was slung over her shoulder. She was walking barefoot. This may appear uncomfortable to some people, but Lorelei had an unnerving resistance to cold, though temperatures above 75 degrees Fahrenheit would probably send her into heatstrokes. The snow didn't budge much under her tiny, naked feet due to her Elven light-footedness.