PancakesShe opened her eyes to another morning and sighed.
Ignoring how tired she was, she slid out from beneath her thick blanket, shivering as the winter morning cold slid across her skin and raised the flesh. A look outside the window told her it was snowing, and had been for quite some time, judging from the soft drifts of the powdery substance that lay on the ground. Absently, her gaze turned from the window to her bed, to the side that wasn't occupied and hadn't been for almost two years. Before she could allow loneliness to creep into her thoughts, she slid her feet into a pair of slippers, pulled on an oversized sweater, and made her way out into the main room.
The house that she owned was what one might refer to as small. It only had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a combination living and dining room. Nothing fancy, but perfect for her needs. Still shivering, she went to the fireplace and added some wood to the glowing embers, adding some paper and kindling for faster burn.
On A SwingTwenty-three years old.
Sitting alone on a swing.
Strangers and children don't count.
I don't know them.
I somehow made him angry again.
I don't quite know how.
Doesn't matter really.
My feet before my face.
The leaves before my feet.
The sky before the leaves.
Up and down, back and forth
With every swing I'm closer to the leaves
Sunlight filters through them.
Have to pump just right to get higher.
Up, up, up.
Can I go up forever?
No. I'll fall off.
TristezzaTetra kept a small smile on her face, forcing herself to seem nonchalant as she strode to her door. Joking with Erica, admonishing Marisa: all of her behavior since getting back to the Halls had been to keep herself from falling apart. But the minute she entered her own room and locked the door behind her, nothing could hold Tetra together. In the darkness of the empty room, Tetra took only two steps from the door before she collapsed, sadness and grief swallowing her strength. She clutched at her chest, the sobs coming so hard and fast that she couldn't catch a breath. Not two hours before she had been a warrior, ready to hunt down and defeat an adversary. But now she was nothing more than a woman held tightly in grief's embrace. She was at the mercy of her own emotions and she couldn't stop the death scene from playing through her mind over and over again…
It had been all that Tetra could do not to drop Tyler once they were outside of the lighthouse. After all, she knew he was oka
Two HaikuThere is a beauty
Warm and protective darkness
So quietly lays
Fallen shroud upon the earth
A midnight snowfall
And So We DanceLittle Sashael giggled and clapped along as the musicians played lively celebration tunes. Such happy gatherings were a rarity, and it seemed everyone in attendance was determined to enjoy the festivities to the fullest. Sashael sat along the side of what had been designated a dance stage, watching as the grown Ondines spun each other about in time with the music.
Sashael was dressed for the occasion. Her long hair, dark blue hair was pulled up in two chignons on either side of her head. A few wavy strands had escaped from the confines of the style, insisting on framing her pretty young face somewhat haphazardly. She was dressed in a sleeveless dress that matched the color of her hair. A wide ribbon of a light blue coloring was tied loosely around her abdomen, and the skirt of the dress went out, brushing loosely against her shins. She was actually wearing shoes, which was rare, but her brother had promised that they would dance at the celebration. Most dances she knew required shoes.