Soothing Old Bones (Open)

The painter had long ago strewn his brush against the sky, as the colors of pale pink, purple, and orange filled it perfectly making the scene almost breathe taking. As little diamonds began to dance in the hues of the sunset, a light smile crested on to her lips. Long flowing locks of dark lavender hair could be seen in the distance. She was not paying completely to much attention, but enough to know at least the thought her surroundings. A halter white top was tied against her neck as she wore her hooded cloak out in the open.

Against her legs brushed a skirt made of black lace and feathers, the skirt just touched her upper thigh. The sight was very different, from something that could be considered normal, yet she was anything but. Pulling the cloak up around her frame hoping it would serve as a shadow rather, as she walked along the stream. The breeze had some what of a chill to it this evening, but she was use to braving the weather even in springtime cloths. Nothing a little fire couldn't fix. A light fog seemed to add a bit of mystery to the scene, yet she was very careful last time a fog was involved so was a vicious hell hound. Across her shoulder was the saddle bag that she never seemed to be without, carrying all the items she could ever need.

Humming very lightly, as the pebbles of the stream felt cool against the pads of her feet, a light giggle would befall on listening ears as a frog jumped off the stone into the stream. Whispering softly ….

“Sorry little guy…”

As the fog began to grow dense it seemed to bring with it a light, but noticeable enough chill to the paleness of her skin. Watching the frog swim down the stream, only to cling to a larger stone and crawl back on to it, the frogs belly would swell and once again he would being to croak as if he was telling the others to watch out. Smiling she would shake her head a bit, and look upwards towards the oncoming dusk, this could be a very bad thing yet for the time being she didn’t let it trouble her too much. Swirls of violet surveyed the area; she would decide to follow the stream down instead of the flow upwards.

Pulling the heavy cloak around her frame she would against the stream eyeing a couple of large stones she would giggle slightly to herself a bit and stop on the bank. She began to contemplate trying to jump from rock to rock as she had done in her younger days. Slowly the tips of her fingers began to fiddle with the ties of the cloak, soon it would become loose around her frame and she would drop it against the ground. Then lifting up her saddle bag off her shoulder she would allow that to rest on top of the cloak, closing her eyes she began to feel the chill against her skin a little more.

Moving her hands against her arms she stared at the rocks and tried to fathom if she really wanted to try and make the leap. But the choice had already been made; she would back up a few feet and then take off in a sprint only to leap just as the tips of her toes touched the water’s edge. Flying through the sky the feathers of her lace feather skirt, it could perhaps give the image of a bird. Her feet hit the cold stone and she gained her balance standing there on top of the larger rock she would hear a voice.

The silts of her eyes would narrow down into the corners and she mumbled under her breath as she eyed the cloak and bag sitting on the bank. Her only option was to jump to the next two rocks to get back to the bank. She didn’t say a word, she remained completely still as the she watched, for a sign on where the voice came from.

The breath of the spring against her feet was nothing but a chill and yet it was inviting but if she chooses to be one with the water then the water would give her location away. That was not exactly what she wanted at this point in time, neither was to give herself away. Keeping herself rather focused moving towards the back most part of the rock she would stand. Bending her knees becoming lighter on her front right foot oppose to her left she would in one fluid motion jump towards the next rock in line. The only thought running through her head was the fact that she had to land silently as possible.

The chill of the fog was becoming even more unsettling the rock would hit against the pad of her feet as she landed. Swinging her arms outwards in both directions to ensure her balance she would finally take a deep breath and as she continued to look around the area. Eyeing her saddle bag that was resting on a look of relief foreshadowed her face. Cringing a bit as she heard the voice in the distance again….

“Drat…”she would whisper… “It's getting closer..."

In a bit of huff and haste she would eye the next rock in line trying to figure out the best position to jump from the current. The distance was much wider than the previous rocks and the outcome did not look at all promising but at this point and time she had no choice if she could just get to the bank and retrieve her belongings she would feel much more comfortable in this situation.

A leap of faith they called it?

Bracing herself for the worst she would move towards the furthest edge of the rock and leap forward hoping that her foot would land as it should. The motion was fluid and very quick, but it was lacking in the speed it needed to complete.

Letting out a yelp as her foot would land her into the stream of water and since algae was present the violet hair maiden would fall into the depths of the water. Drenched from head to toe she would attempt to stand up on the ever most slippery rocks, mumbling under her breath. Droplets of water beaded down the now dampened skin, as she decided just to trudge her way through the water to get her things. Her cover was she suspect officially blown...

The ripples of the water would white cap as she moved closer to the edge of the stream with every inch taken her cloths became heavier. The key was to try and not slip on the algae aged rocks her toes curled up against them allowing her to keep her balance. Keeping her arms out to her sides droplets of water ran down her arms and dripped from her fingertips, the chill of the fog was a bit unnerving. The bank was in reach, but it was only then that she heard the voice she was so determined to get back to her belonging she had ignored all the signs.

Immediate pressure was felt against her lips as she bit down hearing the voice across the embankment. Lowering her arms to her side, she for the moment decided it would be best if she was to gather up her things, quickly moving unsure of what or who it was on the other side the voice was not familiar. Lifting her leg out of the water and pressing it into the damp soil she breathed out loudly, finally she was back where she was suppose to.
Bending over the first thing she would grab up is the cloak there was no need to have a wet-T-shirt contest here with someone she didn’t even know.

Curling the hooded cloak up against her body she would reach down and take the saddle bag into her hand and pull it up over her shoulder. The lids of her eyes would slowly open as she knew she had to interact with the being on the other side. Once the bag was comfortable across her frame she would turn around.

Managing a very light and yet friendly smile she would pull the hood up over her violet colored hair, trying to shield it from the chill of the air. Standing on there she would laugh lightly and call back in a retort.

“I don’t live inside the walls, I belong on the outside…. Whoever let’s barriers like walls control their life, never had an adventure….”

It was not so much the idea that she wanted to get away from him as it was more about getting covered up due to the chill of the fog. The forest as she knew bore many secrets and the last time she was stuck out here with Riley, things did not go exactly well as they could of.

Mumbling under her breath her grip would tighten on the strap of the saddle back as the flame in her eyes seemed to lick at the lids.

She knew, all she needed to know about the male standing across the bank, first and foremost that he wasn’t as he appeared. Yet, she was not frightened she had seen many of ‘his’ kind lurking in the walls of the school. Her knowledge would go unnoticed as she continued to smile listening to his words as he stood across the other side of the bank.

A small debate went through her mind about what her remark should say but she felt the need of having a ‘what the hell attitude about it’ and laughed lightly.

“The secrets hidden within the walls are there for a reason. All bonds of stone hold them; you just have to have an acute ear and sense to interrupt what the voices of the walls say.”


Watching as he dipped his fingers into the water, the tiny ripples would work their way from inward out, as she attempted to see if he had a reflection. Taking a deep breath she wondered if she should make the first move, she was more comfortable with him coming towards her, but she was the only that was already wet.

“An adventure… can be anything you want it to be… You do know that even the trees have eyes, and are spies for Mother Nature. The breath of the wind tells them everything they need to know…"

Smirking she would wave her hand in a come hither motion, trying to coax him to come to her side instead. Maybe he was more of an acrobat and could make his way across the rocks.

“Come… fellow knight of the round… we shall go seek an adventure..”

Life’s balance and the delicate touch that the male preserved across the way was something that was not generally normal for those of ‘his’ kind. This only made the situation even a little more exciting she would whisper to soft for anyone to hear as she saw the frog in the distance. It croaked for his attention and even followed him, how strange she thought to herself. She would not let her attention wonder as she taunted him with that smirk.

“Truly spoken, and heirlooms are the most valuable.”

The caution he took upon landing on every rock was also interesting perhaps he was a fighter, in some point of life or a hunter. A smile drew across her lips that was it, he was a hunter of course with his ‘talents’ it all made sense to her. She would need to remain on her guard, but that didn’t mean that she would stir up a little bit of fun. As he took a bow she would pull out her old customs out of her hat and pick up the black feathered skirt, lifting it up just enough to show her upper thigh.

“And I am Lady Lillian Dashelle” extending her hand outwards giving it up in a little bit of arch waiting for his lips to place upon it in traditional fashion. The spheres of her eyes would swirl a whirlwind of color, the violet though was the most prominent.

“Now Mister Michael, we are going to be entertaining the forest tonight. The moon is high in the sky and I think that we should go on for a hunt…” Turning on the balls of her feet she would turn to face him, in very close proximity to him, in almost a taunting way she would smirk. “You do like to hunt right? “

The trees would sway in the distance as she waited for his answer noticing his arm being out stretched she would place her hand around it. She was not quite sure if she trusted him enough to actually be found perched on his arm. The smirk only seemed to twinkle in the light as he looked up to the stars so would she reaching her hand up pointing at the patterns.

“You know the history of the stars? “Crinkling up her nose as she would look over to him and smirk “I am sure you have heard many in your time.” The fire within the pits of her eyes only seemed to glow even more so closer to him. “There is a class offered at the college that tells you all about it it, if you are a star gazer I would suggest it for you.” She was not certain if he was actually already in the class or even if he attended the college.

Due to the reconstruction of the two cities he could be a walker of night by himself; however she was fairly certain that he was one of the protected few that lingered in the walls of the college. Especially after their earlier banter, reaching into her bag as he mentioned about the pulse of her heart quicken. She has to play this right, else there could prove to be some collateral damage.

Fishing around her saddle back she would remove her hand off his arm, and reach into the back and take out a jar that had a lid. Tossing it in his general direction she would smirk.

“Catch..”

Reaching into the bag she would take out another jar and smirked as she looked at him.

“So we are going to run through the forest and see who can catch the most fireflies! On your mark…Get set….”