Dani
Who have you chose
to stand as your martyr?
to stand as your martyr?
As the jacket settled over Dani's shoulders, the frigid night air was replaced by the modest warmth lingering on the garment. Dani relaxed into it, pulling it tightly around herself like a blanket and breathing in the scent of longleaf mixed with Anden. "As long as you promise the cold doesn't bother you." She smiled at him appreciatively. "Thank you."
The moments between words were filled by the murmurs of creatures that called the glen home, and crisp winds that swept away clouds of steady breath. Vibrant leaves muted by the shadows swayed, and every so often one surrendered itself to the currents of air and sailed to the ground below.
Resting her chin on her knees, Dani closed her eyes and mused over Anden's statement. She conjured images of her previous world, assessing each with care before forming her response. "There were beautiful aspects of my world, though I suppose I never stopped long enough to notice them," she relented. She then crinkled her nose dramatically and added, "Except for the cities. They always smelled." She giggled at her own asininity. Dani turned her face to watch Anden, now resting her cheek on her knees. "I picture your world being more beautiful, seeing how it was good enough to be missed by you."
Her eyes fluttered shut once more. "And then, there's this world." She paused. "Most of the people I've met have been relentlessly cynical. It's made those that haven't given up seem that much more a blessing though. Today I found those people at the Artist's Sanctuary."
The moments between words were filled by the murmurs of creatures that called the glen home, and crisp winds that swept away clouds of steady breath. Vibrant leaves muted by the shadows swayed, and every so often one surrendered itself to the currents of air and sailed to the ground below.
Resting her chin on her knees, Dani closed her eyes and mused over Anden's statement. She conjured images of her previous world, assessing each with care before forming her response. "There were beautiful aspects of my world, though I suppose I never stopped long enough to notice them," she relented. She then crinkled her nose dramatically and added, "Except for the cities. They always smelled." She giggled at her own asininity. Dani turned her face to watch Anden, now resting her cheek on her knees. "I picture your world being more beautiful, seeing how it was good enough to be missed by you."
Her eyes fluttered shut once more. "And then, there's this world." She paused. "Most of the people I've met have been relentlessly cynical. It's made those that haven't given up seem that much more a blessing though. Today I found those people at the Artist's Sanctuary."
To prove purposeful
in courses uncharted
in courses uncharted
