Orchard Thief
Mar 6, 2011 21:04:12 GMT -5
Post by Nocturnal on Mar 6, 2011 21:04:12 GMT -5
The tall grasses rustle around Aradia, her thin, unruly black hair whipping her face, and the consistent wind cuts beneath her light black jacket, down to the very bone. Squinting her electric blue eyes against the oncoming gusts, she spots the various other workers, scaling the pear trees, watering the apple tree, and clipping them here and there.
Her long nailed hangs itch, as Aradia feels the urge to slip a wallet out of his pocket, snatch a coin from her. The thin fingers, considered feeble by most, have been the downfall of many gatherers and farmers alike.
She blinks again, and pulls her weak cotton coat against her slim frame. A shiver shakes her from her fantasies, of being a master thief; like...Aradia shakes her head, the memories too painful to probe. Him, he was caught doing what he did best, and what was worse, it was for her.
Aradia shakes, and not just because the wind is especially biting. Her memories flash as short phrases, and pictures. Almost like a movie, an unwelcome documentary of her past, and with a trembling voice, she sings a song that her mother taught her.
Will the wolf still howl?
Will the still shine bright?
Will the sun rise for another day,
Another night?
Her voice cracks, as she remembers her mother, the poor fragile thing that got blown over by the sicknesses that had plagued district 11. Aradia sits back in her tree, and closes her eyes.
"Just make it all go away..." She murmurs to herself, and shuts herself off from the world, escaping into the sweet bliss of sleep.
Her long nailed hangs itch, as Aradia feels the urge to slip a wallet out of his pocket, snatch a coin from her. The thin fingers, considered feeble by most, have been the downfall of many gatherers and farmers alike.
She blinks again, and pulls her weak cotton coat against her slim frame. A shiver shakes her from her fantasies, of being a master thief; like...Aradia shakes her head, the memories too painful to probe. Him, he was caught doing what he did best, and what was worse, it was for her.
Aradia shakes, and not just because the wind is especially biting. Her memories flash as short phrases, and pictures. Almost like a movie, an unwelcome documentary of her past, and with a trembling voice, she sings a song that her mother taught her.
Will the wolf still howl?
Will the still shine bright?
Will the sun rise for another day,
Another night?
Her voice cracks, as she remembers her mother, the poor fragile thing that got blown over by the sicknesses that had plagued district 11. Aradia sits back in her tree, and closes her eyes.
"Just make it all go away..." She murmurs to herself, and shuts herself off from the world, escaping into the sweet bliss of sleep.
