Posted by lv I magnolia on May 28, 2008, 12:22 am, in reply to "THE SEERS' QUEST"
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There was shivers on her skin. A sharpness to her eyes, like polished amber. She walked. She needed more. Thats what the wind said, as it touched against her, all along the dips and hollows of her body. But did she? There was anticipation in this, but apprehension, too, if only because she is unsure. If only because the way things have been constantly changing makes her heart drop.
She had been thinking, as she moved, and she found herself following along the river, heading down, down towards the sea. The salt, it had started to sting the air. It was a sweet burning in her lungs. The wind coaxes. For how long does she walk? An hour? Two? Perhaps she had missed this. Perhaps it reminded her of the sweat of skin left in the past, bodies hardened from travel. There was only one question now, only one, as she comes to stand by the waves, the sound of their breaking on the shore like thunder. Does she keep going? Into the water? When was this meant to stop?
Magnolia stood, her feet sunk into the sand, tide pushing at her legs, splashing her up to her chest as the ocean swells underneath her. She doesn't speak. She would have stayed there, who knows how long, if it wasn't for the bird. She didn't know what kind it was. But he had watched her, coming close, the tilt of his sharpened head articulating more than sheer curiosity.
There was a beating of brown and white wings, as she, interested, stepped forward, nose reached out towards the animal. He flew away. She was left alone with the sea.
And then he came back. She stepped towards him. He flew away. This time, she followed, and his screech was loud, echoing across the shoreline as if it was bouncing off of mountains.
Magnolia watched him land at the top of a cliff. He looked small, perched high above her, and she shifted awkwardly, walking in a tight round, arching neck painfully backwards to satisfy her own obnoxious curiosity. It seemed like he was trying to break apart the rock.
With another cry, the bird swooped down, circling in the air, just as something fell down the steep incline. It was iridescent as it reflected the sun, and she was quick to move forward, kicking up the gritty sand, dirty as it stuck to her wet skin. She pushed at rubble at the base, half buried by rock and debris, and it was the flash of a feather that caught her attention. With her nose, she moved aside the grit.
This was what she had been meant to find all along.
She looked up, but the bird was gone.
im just trying to bloom
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