Post by kahira on Jan 16, 2010 20:21:26 GMT -7
As the sun made it's way behind the horizan, the sky darkend to it's shady blues and purples. The wind brought with it the chill of night and the sound of rustling leaves that still clung to their mothers and fathers. Snowflakes feathered themselves down from above, coming to rest on mailboxes, trees, the roofs of homes, and the frozen earth. A figure hurried herself down the shoveled, icey sidewalk. As she passed under flickering street lamps, her figure became more defined. A thick, deep orange colored scarf clung itself around her neck. A black jacket, way too poofy for her own likings, but as long as it kept her body safe from the stinging cold. Dark blue, fadded boot-cut jeans just barely hanging above the ground. Tan hide boots, which all but the foot area was completly covered by jeans.
Narciel held in her left hand a large coffee, the steam rising from the lid was clearly visable even though she had yet to remove the cover that kept the contents from spilling out of the small hole. Tucked closely between her right arm and body, was a sketchbook, stuffed with loose papers that looked ready to fall out if she were to loosen her hold on them.
The night was silent, calm, but cold. Narciel was returning home from visiting one of her close friends, the two of them had enjoyed a sunny day of shopping and she felt like her wallet, tucked in her back jean pocket, was a bit less heavier then when she left her house this morning. The only noise that Narciel could hear was the crunch of snow under her boots and her own breathing. She couldn't feel her nose so she had settled for breathing through her mouth, every once in awhile blowing warm air up her face in an attempt to un-freeze her nose. All were failed attempts.
Keeping her face tucked as far into the thick, orange wool scarf as she could, her feild of vision was filled with just snow and sidwalk. She knew her way home without looking up, but she wouldn't be able to see if there was anyone infront of her. She knew the nights were dangerous, even in winter, and she was doing her best to walk as quick as her cold legs could manage. She was eager to be home, curled up beside the heaters in a thick blanket.
Narciel held in her left hand a large coffee, the steam rising from the lid was clearly visable even though she had yet to remove the cover that kept the contents from spilling out of the small hole. Tucked closely between her right arm and body, was a sketchbook, stuffed with loose papers that looked ready to fall out if she were to loosen her hold on them.
The night was silent, calm, but cold. Narciel was returning home from visiting one of her close friends, the two of them had enjoyed a sunny day of shopping and she felt like her wallet, tucked in her back jean pocket, was a bit less heavier then when she left her house this morning. The only noise that Narciel could hear was the crunch of snow under her boots and her own breathing. She couldn't feel her nose so she had settled for breathing through her mouth, every once in awhile blowing warm air up her face in an attempt to un-freeze her nose. All were failed attempts.
Keeping her face tucked as far into the thick, orange wool scarf as she could, her feild of vision was filled with just snow and sidwalk. She knew her way home without looking up, but she wouldn't be able to see if there was anyone infront of her. She knew the nights were dangerous, even in winter, and she was doing her best to walk as quick as her cold legs could manage. She was eager to be home, curled up beside the heaters in a thick blanket.