Racing & Weaving // aza

Racing & Weaving // aza Jan 25, 2015 16:25:19 GMT -5

Post by cosetty on Jan 25, 2015 16:25:19 GMT -5

Well, the water taught me one thing,
That it all fades blue to black.

It wasn't often that Aelinor got the chance to stay on the family's boat by herself, especially with the extra hours her father has been picking up recently. She stood on the deck, scanning the horizon as she took a break from cleaning. Even though she would never dream of taking it out on the water on her own, there was a certain peace in being on the water, even if it was just in the marina. Even better, since she was alone, she could pass the time by singing to herself. She didn't know that many songs, just bits and pieces of things she has picked up along the way. She had a habbit of repeating her favorites over and over and over again. They made her feel better- feel brighter. It was the little moments she could snatch for herself that really made the difference.

The sun beat contently on her shoulders, just enough to send warmth through her fleece. Her arms felt a little like jelly from a couple hours of scrubbing. Her pants were damp in the knees, her fingers tingling. Aelinor might as well clean the entire boat while she was here. Her father didn't need another thing to worry about, and if she got some bruised knuckles and sore arms out of doing the job, so be it. Go big, or go home, right?

It had been an unusual winter, with snow on the ground, but warm sunlight. The air was cold and salty, a refreshing crispness that cleared her head. Her breath fogged in font of her face, reminding Aelinor of the current temperature: cold. She didn't want to go back home, though. Her tea was still luke warm, and besides, the marina was definitely warmer than inland. The sea brought with it a slightly damp atmosphere that prevented snow build up, something Aelinor wished extended as far as the neighborhood where she lived. She could do without having to shovel snow ever again!

"I guess it's time to go," she sighed, dumping the bucket of soapy water over the side, and picking up a few things before locking up. Well, as much as a boat could lock. Stepping gracefully over the side, humming to herself, Aelinor walked down the dock. She glanced behind her, looking backat the Silverman livelyhood. It wasn't very special, was it... Trapped in her thoughts, she didn't realize she was walking toward another figure until she was nearly ontop of them. The air rushed out of her lungs in her shock, and it took a shuttering moment before it came back to her. "Oh my, I am so sorry. I didn't see you there!" Her cheeks flushed, and she knew she was bright red from embarrassment and the slight adrenaline of nearly tripping over another human being.

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Racing & Weaving // aza Jan 29, 2015 11:46:11 GMT -5

Post by d4 tati pelotte [azalea] on Jan 29, 2015 11:46:11 GMT -5

lux pelotte

yeah you've got everything
with your perfect porcelain

THE COLD WINTER FROST beneath my shoes crunched into the crevices on shoes. The winter was cool and today's breeze was like the usual - sweeping my hair across my face with a pinch of ice. It's refreshing to feel it spray across my face and neck. It opens my eyes and makes me feel alive.

Sunday. The day I finally get to remove the heavy, metal weights from my shoulders and take a deep breath of relief. It's my own day and always has been: the day where I can relax and do whatever I feel like. Last week I spent the day putting in a few extra hours of training, but today I was different.

The urge to explore was something I've always had. To walk around for hours and hours wandering around slowly until your heart is content sends an electricity down my veins that is unique and radiant.

I begin to slowly walk down a dirty path, not caring where it leads me. As I walk I can hear the whispers of people getting quieter and quieter, the hustle and bustle of the district square was slowly dying. But with the death of the busyness came a new atmosphere. The sound of the sea gently washing against the pebbly shore comforts me. As I walk further, I feel it more. Until it eventually stops.

I find myself standing on top of a large, stony wall, staring out onto the marina. I'd never been here before, yet the surroundings reached out and welcomed me like a warm hug from a friend.

I look around and see a few boats, some people are working on them, others are chatting and finding out the latest gossip. My eyes keep drawing back to a small pier. There's many in the marina, but this one catches my attention.

My feet start to move uncontrollably towards the pier, my eyes pinned on the sea stained wood that makes up its shape. I imagine that it smells salty and foamy. A gust of wind suddenly hurls itself towards me, forcing me to lift my hood onto my head, protecting me from the harsh air. Before I can think about zipping my coat up, I'm bumped.

"Oh my, I am so sorry. I didn't see you there!"

The unfamiliar voice says. I pull my hood down in half anger, half confusion and look at her with beady eyes. My eyebrows draw further to my eyes in shock and I can feel words in my mouth bursting to escape.

"Just watch where you're going... I guess."

I should have probably apologized too, I wasn't particularly looking where I was going either, but I shift the blame onto her with ease and run a hand through my hair as I study my surroundings.