Post by ARIADNE LARK on Jan 6, 2011 3:51:22 GMT -5
Ariadne had always been a night person. The time of day had always seemed to effect her mood... it was something her brother had once pointed out. In the morning, he would say she was only partly awake, no matter how late into the morning it was. Her eyes would blink lazily like a cat on a porch on a breezy summer afternoon, and she would stare at you like she was not seeing you, but someone through you. In the afternoon, she would walk around with a bounce to her step, content in life and smiling left and right with a radiance that shamed the sun. At night, a firework went off in her heart and burned the entire night though, and she was ecstatic and energetic and a dragon couldn't stop her. These were not her thoughts on herself, however. That was how he described them to her, with that fond chuckle she would remember nowadays and get stomach aches over. He always liked to use analogies, and was a man of words. Languages fascinated him as books did to her, which was why Molavon had quickly become her favorite place in Thivea: The Swift Library. She had spent her entire day in there, morning until dusk, when a man walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. He was a friendly man... old, with white hair. He had said "The books will be here tomorrow", to which she replied "I can't grantee I will be". To that comment, he smiled, and Ariadne thought of hugs and grandfathers she never had. With a chuckle, he replied "Then I suppose you will have to take them with you, then".
So Ariadne sat in the grass, watching the evenings festival at a distance as she held a newly finished book in her lap, two more at her side, one read and the other to be read. But right now, she was taking the time to absorb her own story. That was a problem she had: she was so obsessed with other stories, she forgot about her own. Seeing the people, the children playing games and the adults talking and laughing... it was a happy moment. A moment that made her forget about all the bad things in life and reminded her why she was still living. There was a thought that always bugged her: she could have very well swallowed poison the day she had heard about her engagement. Granted it was way too over dramatic for her tastes, but with the desperation and depression she had been suffering? It wasn't a fat fetched idea.
Smiling to herself, she leaned back with her hands behind her, holding her up as she tilted her head towards the stars, closing her eyes. What a night, too... a crisp, cool night. And the music floating from the festival... most days? She would join it, but oddly enough Ariadne was not in the mood to be in a crowd. Something in her just made her want to sit back and watch. Perhaps the hustle and bustle of the Black Market she had experienced not long ago. There was so much noise and chaos... to observe something so simple and happy was healing, in a way.
Opening her eyes, she felt the wind pass and heard a small whistle as it caught her windpipe. A small smile of remembrance passed her lips, and she unhooked it from her belt, holding it to her lips, but not playing. Granted, she was plenty far enough not to be heard, but she felt almost as if she would destroy the pleasant moment she was watching... perhaps she would watch a bit longer...
tag: open
words: ...i'm so lazy.
notes: yay another open thread! xD its a bit spastic, but that's what you get for being up at 4am >.>
