Sometimes during the long days the witch felt as though she were suffocating beneath the sweltering glare of the sun, baking into dust just as the ground beneath her feet. It buildings, she was sure. The stone. The broken roads. All of it was baking alive, putting her in quite a foul mood. Her mind buzzed with thoughts, more grim than not. Paralyzed by the heat for much of the day she found herself driven by restless energy into the early hours of dusk, patrolling the streets both for exercise and the experience - the ruins were vast and she had yet to investigate them fully.
Her footing was good, and she didn't stumble so readily now as she explored the streets that surrounded the Atheneum in wide lazy circles, noting interesting architecture or additions by the newcomers. Still, she carried the walking stick, though she rarely used it anymore for its intended purpose. Rather, anymore it felt like her only defense. She loved the stick and the false sense of security it gave her, hugging it with both hands across her chest, though it did not help clarify her thoughts any, though she could hardly fault it for this. It was only stick, after all.
A breath of blissfully cool air brought some relief, taking away some of the heat of the day. She stopped, glancing about to confirm her solitude before notching the stick in the crook of her left elbow and gathering up her hair. With a few turns of her wrist she'd wound it into a long coil, knotting it upon itself at the base of her neck. With the sun now vanishing behind a distant horizon she pulled up her sleeves and stood for a moment with her arms outstretched, begging for another gust. Just one.
Eli
Her footing was good, and she didn't stumble so readily now as she explored the streets that surrounded the Atheneum in wide lazy circles, noting interesting architecture or additions by the newcomers. Still, she carried the walking stick, though she rarely used it anymore for its intended purpose. Rather, anymore it felt like her only defense. She loved the stick and the false sense of security it gave her, hugging it with both hands across her chest, though it did not help clarify her thoughts any, though she could hardly fault it for this. It was only stick, after all.
A breath of blissfully cool air brought some relief, taking away some of the heat of the day. She stopped, glancing about to confirm her solitude before notching the stick in the crook of her left elbow and gathering up her hair. With a few turns of her wrist she'd wound it into a long coil, knotting it upon itself at the base of her neck. With the sun now vanishing behind a distant horizon she pulled up her sleeves and stood for a moment with her arms outstretched, begging for another gust. Just one.
Eli
