Here it is almost easy to forget all of the things that weigh heavy on her lilac shoulders, all the things that may plague her mind; the darkness that sinks into her dreams when she rests her head, that creep into her thoughts when she rises into the chilly night air.
When she steps out of her board room, she feels the breeze cloying with the brittle taste of frost; the breathless sting that means winter's fingers have begun to spread across all of Novus. It has not affected the court, alive with the flurry of the festival’s activities. The cold only seems to make them happier, bundled in their scarves and sipping their warm cider. As she passes the gathering crowds, a cup is pressed into her vision; the steam rising delectably from its contents. The bearer grins from ear to ear as the liquid spills over the side and onto the snow.
“Here, miss, everyone must have a cup!” She’s reluctant to take it. The smirk on his face seems friendly enough, but she didn’t get where she was now by being trustful of every random stranger that flashed a pretty smile. Once, she might have laughed and took it anyway, she might have downed the whole cup right then and there and thought about the consequences later.
But she is no longer a girl with nothing to live for.
“Thank you.” Her voice is quiet as she grasps it, though she only carries it with her as she continues on through the court and down its long corridors. She only stops when she sees the tree. The lights shimmer and dance in front of her vision. There are children gathered around its base, lifting tinsel and small ornaments on to the large branches.
It's easy to get lost in the joy of Terrastella when there are things as beautiful as this.
When she steps out of her board room, she feels the breeze cloying with the brittle taste of frost; the breathless sting that means winter's fingers have begun to spread across all of Novus. It has not affected the court, alive with the flurry of the festival’s activities. The cold only seems to make them happier, bundled in their scarves and sipping their warm cider. As she passes the gathering crowds, a cup is pressed into her vision; the steam rising delectably from its contents. The bearer grins from ear to ear as the liquid spills over the side and onto the snow.
“Here, miss, everyone must have a cup!” She’s reluctant to take it. The smirk on his face seems friendly enough, but she didn’t get where she was now by being trustful of every random stranger that flashed a pretty smile. Once, she might have laughed and took it anyway, she might have downed the whole cup right then and there and thought about the consequences later.
But she is no longer a girl with nothing to live for.
“Thank you.” Her voice is quiet as she grasps it, though she only carries it with her as she continues on through the court and down its long corridors. She only stops when she sees the tree. The lights shimmer and dance in front of her vision. There are children gathered around its base, lifting tinsel and small ornaments on to the large branches.
It's easy to get lost in the joy of Terrastella when there are things as beautiful as this.
@Marisol
i'm sorry this is such crap, hopefully the next one will be better with some more direction and actual grammar checking
i'm sorry this is such crap, hopefully the next one will be better with some more direction and actual grammar checking
