AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
The Leafchange weather was plenty mild to allow for an evening spent down by the water. Aurelia strategically placed a few dried branches and leaves over the beginnings of a fire, which she'd lit by way of a match. Patiently, she fanned the flames until she was satisfied that it would take by itself. She was fairly out of the way of everything but, she could still see the lit-up dock outlined clearly against the night sky.
She had set a burlap sack off to the side, which she retrieved then. Unfastening the string wound around it, she pulled a few different things out; small pieces of wood, more string, a clean rag, a small bottle of liqour, her knife, some bread rolls, and an apple. She pushed the bottle about halfway into the sand to her left, leaving it there for later.
Relaxing, she settled into the sands. She intended to start by eating her food but, as she looked over the other items, she picked up one of the chunks of wood. Rolling it over in her hand, she frowned.
The fire had taken quite well, with what she had fed it. The area around it glowed from its amber light. With her free hand, she grabbed the apple and bit into it. In that same instance, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps across the sand. Turning her face, she looked to see who it was.
She had set a burlap sack off to the side, which she retrieved then. Unfastening the string wound around it, she pulled a few different things out; small pieces of wood, more string, a clean rag, a small bottle of liqour, her knife, some bread rolls, and an apple. She pushed the bottle about halfway into the sand to her left, leaving it there for later.
Relaxing, she settled into the sands. She intended to start by eating her food but, as she looked over the other items, she picked up one of the chunks of wood. Rolling it over in her hand, she frowned.
The fire had taken quite well, with what she had fed it. The area around it glowed from its amber light. With her free hand, she grabbed the apple and bit into it. In that same instance, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps across the sand. Turning her face, she looked to see who it was.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
