Post by Eurydice on Jul 14, 2008 18:27:54 GMT -5
((Elsi rocks. She is lazy and chaotic and wonderful ^^))
The afternoon gave way to evening, the blues and clouds shifting to orange red, with a lining of darkness star spotted. The birds, calling to one another from tree branch to tree branch fell silent as the insects took over, chirping in their nightly welcome. All of this was lost on the young girl who lay under those tree branches, a cloak piled up under her head and a large book open and covering her face. She hadn’t stirred from her spot for what seemed like hours, asleep underneath the volume she had, assumingly, been reading.
The girl was dressed far too nicely to be on the ground. She wore a gown of deep purple. The bodice pressed tightly against the curve of her chest, outlining her thin waist and the beginning of her curving hip. The full skirt enveloped her legs, though the folds of the cloth gave way to impressions of the long limbs. One delicate hand was on her stomach, moving in time with her breath. The other fell to the side on the ground, as if it had fallen there at some point while she had been reading. Most likely when sleep had taken her. Waves of raven dark hair fell around her. She was a graceful picture despite the volume on her face and the fact that she was napping on the ground.
As the dark lining of the night moved farther across the sky, another figure tread nearby. A slight girl, dressed in simple clothes, moved around the garden in search of something. She stopped by the tree the young girl slept under. The girl kneeled down and gently brushed the other girl’s shoulder.
“Lady Elsinora,” she called over the sleeping forming, nudging her once more. “It is almost time for supper and you must get ready. The lord master will be displeased if you are late again.”
The sleeping form, Elsinora, shifted and brought a hand to the spine of the book.
“I.. I must’ve fallen asleep,” she yawned, her voice a quiet murmur under the book. “I’ll return to my chambers in a moment. Make sure all is ready for me?”
“Of course, mi’lady. Do hurry though.”
The servant stood up and hurried off. A small snort sounded from under the book.
“I cannot believe she fell for that,” she murmured again as she moved the book away from her face. She closed the volume and placed it next to her on the ground. Rolling onto her side, Elsinora smiled to herself as she closed her eyes to drift off to sleep again.
The afternoon gave way to evening, the blues and clouds shifting to orange red, with a lining of darkness star spotted. The birds, calling to one another from tree branch to tree branch fell silent as the insects took over, chirping in their nightly welcome. All of this was lost on the young girl who lay under those tree branches, a cloak piled up under her head and a large book open and covering her face. She hadn’t stirred from her spot for what seemed like hours, asleep underneath the volume she had, assumingly, been reading.
The girl was dressed far too nicely to be on the ground. She wore a gown of deep purple. The bodice pressed tightly against the curve of her chest, outlining her thin waist and the beginning of her curving hip. The full skirt enveloped her legs, though the folds of the cloth gave way to impressions of the long limbs. One delicate hand was on her stomach, moving in time with her breath. The other fell to the side on the ground, as if it had fallen there at some point while she had been reading. Most likely when sleep had taken her. Waves of raven dark hair fell around her. She was a graceful picture despite the volume on her face and the fact that she was napping on the ground.
As the dark lining of the night moved farther across the sky, another figure tread nearby. A slight girl, dressed in simple clothes, moved around the garden in search of something. She stopped by the tree the young girl slept under. The girl kneeled down and gently brushed the other girl’s shoulder.
“Lady Elsinora,” she called over the sleeping forming, nudging her once more. “It is almost time for supper and you must get ready. The lord master will be displeased if you are late again.”
The sleeping form, Elsinora, shifted and brought a hand to the spine of the book.
“I.. I must’ve fallen asleep,” she yawned, her voice a quiet murmur under the book. “I’ll return to my chambers in a moment. Make sure all is ready for me?”
“Of course, mi’lady. Do hurry though.”
The servant stood up and hurried off. A small snort sounded from under the book.
“I cannot believe she fell for that,” she murmured again as she moved the book away from her face. She closed the volume and placed it next to her on the ground. Rolling onto her side, Elsinora smiled to herself as she closed her eyes to drift off to sleep again.