Post by gryphon on Oct 28, 2007 0:52:37 GMT -5
[/center][closed. Holland Bryer]
The ripples on the waters edge weren't like how they had been last term. The hum of energy feeding off everything was banished. No one was here, out side in the new weather. With the new term and curve of atmosphere, they had all flocked to the inside areas. Drinking in the warmth. With pumpkins being carved and leafs being racked away, there was a new purpose and meaning they had all found. With the fast nature of turning pages of a book it didn't appear that it would go back to how it was last term. Not for now anyway.
Months and months and months ago.
Years it felt. Since last term. And last terms ways.
Seasons had faded through each other and time seemingly had paused the very surface of the lake. Hardened and cracked as it was, this new barren stretch of crystal, that was the great lake. Transformed into the very bitter face of winter. Beautiful like this but the lifeless nature of it had made her uncomfortable. Sitting there alone on the unmoving pier, the wood appearing dead in comparison to it's more lively nature; last term at lunch time with the angel.
The comfort of the soft churn of water and piers crush against the its surface was gone. Here she couldn't even hear the birds or the crickets. All was emptied of sound and motion and left with this cold atmosphere. This freezing cold which was the beginning of winter.
There had been sound when the very pale girl had come here. The crunch of ice on the grass and dirt, under her boots. But even the wind had no hollow sound, it was beyond making ghostly noises or rustling the empty trees. It was but a whisper that said completely nothing.
The grounds and naked trees were dotted in white, perhaps they too were paused in this horror of coming winter. Speechless and lifeless as ever. To this Mihael third year it was all very alien. A fragile world hushed, told to wait, in doing so resulting in this edgy situation. Waiting for its command on what to do next. Was there a next? It seemed unsure, and she couldn't help but feel unsure for it childishly. No doubt a result from being alone for too long... here with the schools empty grounds.
Even with the faint glitter about this weird place it held no real beauty as it did before. The only aspect it did hold was of peace, but nothing.
And she, the one who looked like she was naturally made of porcelain. With long white blonde hair and a glazed look over her eyes; sat here at the end of the pier looking out lovingly at this place.
Gryphon was alone as she normally was, though this time she really did wish for someone to come and maybe talk to her. Maybe befriend someone and be able to know them through the rest of her years here at this changing school. And perhaps beyond those years if they got along.
Right now that was all she really wanted. This term she would make friends besides the two she only really had.
'You want these things but you go off and sit beside nothing; unsure and waiting just as this place does. Knowing it will change but unsure exactly how.'
While white breaths of air lingered before her pursed lips, the slender girl brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them snugly. Looking off soundlessly into the distance. [/font][/blockquote][/size]