Storm a' brewing (open)
Dec 11, 2011 13:42:42 GMT -5
Post by Kheft on Dec 11, 2011 13:42:42 GMT -5
Fear is the brightest of signs
The shape of the boundary you leave behind
So sing all your questions to sleep
The answers are out there in the drowning deep[/font]
Far, far below the surf crashed against rocks, beating and buffeting
them into submission. Those pesky rocks, though, they just took the
abuse in stoic silence, defying the angry waves. Sam liked this conflict,
she never tired of watching water and earth in its inevitable war.
Now the wind was rising from it's soft, puffing breaths to brisker gust
that lifted the wild ends of her flame-red hair and chilled the nape of her
neck. Damp from the water, the touch was cold against her skin, chasing
little goosebumps in licking paths down her spine and across her arms.
Bare, white toes found the rocky ground to their liking. Though the wind
pushed and pulled, and the waves beat a rhythm against the cliff, Sam
felt calm and steady. Her steps were sure-footed, the ground a well-
known and mapped terrain to her senses. It was a dance now,
precariously balanced on the cliff's very edge, and the dizzying drop
was just behind her, begging for a single ill-placed foot…
The wind sucked in its breath, and did its best to drag her over the
edge. Sam grinned, an adrenaline soaked expression. She whirled
to her left and gave a small leap, twisting back on herself to spin to
the right. Her defiant movements daring the elements to upset her.
Small stones, displaced by the girl went spinning off to plunge down
and disappear in the white silk water. She moved faster now, dancing
at the very brink with rapid kicks and spins, for all the world a mad-child
intent on leaping to her death. She tilted her head back, giggling quietly
to the overcast sky where static built and loomed, crackling through the
clouds.
Mmmm…a storm is coming…
The wind died down and held its breath, waiting and magnifying its
presence. Bells from the returning fishing fleet called mournfully over the
sea as the boats headed back to the safety of harbor. The village would
be preparing to batten down for the gale. Anyone who happened to see
Sam would take her for a lunatic as she laughed into the face of the
coming storm...