Post by chaoshift on May 16, 2013 23:19:41 GMT -6
Lissa gently closed her eyes, letting the wind caress her. The breezes welcomed her like an old friend, soft strokes ruffling her pony tail, playfully tugging at her simplem, undyed tunic.
Sight was unneeded here.
Nightfall had long ago occurred, most of the monks and disciples having already surrendered to sleep. Lissa had been enticed from her light doze, curiosity gnawing at her. Alone on the grassy knoll, she whole-heartedly embraced the wild winds.
Surrounded by her element, a sense of elation bubbled up with her. Here, in the midst of of the Autumn Lord's strength, she felt most at ease. There was something calming about the stiff breezes, heralding the storm to come. Lissa refused to even consider bending the zephyrs, they were wild and free, the essence of wind. She would no more control this weather than break the wings of a flying lemur. With savage joy she raised her arms to the sky, wind spiraling around her from all directions. Her ears pricked at the building rumbles from the sky, the wind suddenly picking up. The whoosh of air in the trees about her did nothing to disturb her exhilaration. She could feel the raw energy, the air thrumming with unspent power. Releasing her breath in...out with the rise and fall of the breeze, she slowly lowered her arms, placing them behind her back, like a bird resting her wings. The first droplets, she knew, would fall in about fifteen minutes. Serene as a meditating monk, Lissa blatantly ignored the warning signs.
Sight was unneeded here.
Nightfall had long ago occurred, most of the monks and disciples having already surrendered to sleep. Lissa had been enticed from her light doze, curiosity gnawing at her. Alone on the grassy knoll, she whole-heartedly embraced the wild winds.
Surrounded by her element, a sense of elation bubbled up with her. Here, in the midst of of the Autumn Lord's strength, she felt most at ease. There was something calming about the stiff breezes, heralding the storm to come. Lissa refused to even consider bending the zephyrs, they were wild and free, the essence of wind. She would no more control this weather than break the wings of a flying lemur. With savage joy she raised her arms to the sky, wind spiraling around her from all directions. Her ears pricked at the building rumbles from the sky, the wind suddenly picking up. The whoosh of air in the trees about her did nothing to disturb her exhilaration. She could feel the raw energy, the air thrumming with unspent power. Releasing her breath in...out with the rise and fall of the breeze, she slowly lowered her arms, placing them behind her back, like a bird resting her wings. The first droplets, she knew, would fall in about fifteen minutes. Serene as a meditating monk, Lissa blatantly ignored the warning signs.