Post by eva on Dec 3, 2007 20:54:04 GMT -5
Eva Storm stood alone at the edge of the forest, lost in thought, her black hair blowingly wildly around her face. She was wearing a long black dress which was blowing in the wind and knee-high boots. But that was it. Her cloak hung over her arm, useless to her. She didn't even feel the cold, why make it complicated and wear her cloak?
The snow was knee-deep, almost reaching the top of her boots... but not quite. It had been snowing since the night before, blowing constantly, shooting hail against the window in her room. Tonight, she wasn't going to let the snow keep her awake all night. She was going to go for a walk instead, in the snow. She muttered a charm and her cloak shrunk into a very portable size; small enough to fit in her dress pocket.
Eva stepped into the trees.
All sounds ceased. The wind was only a faint whisper. The trees spoke a different language. She smelled the night. The cool air was refreshing.
So, she walked.
Eva needed to think.