Post by Vincentia Crowley on Aug 21, 2013 13:06:55 GMT -6
Vin sighed, looking at the sky. The dome above was slowly transitioning into an indigo hue, fading through the colors to a flush of rose around the brilliant disk that still peeked just barely above the horizon, painting the sky in the spectrum of soft hues that cast soft bronze shadows around the courtyard.
The Reaper hadn't really thought much about what had happened at lunch. People did crazy things at the Academy all the time. Sure, it had rattled her and tired her out, but there was no way it was going to transform into something important. Just some insane guy who had decided he wanted cuddles... of a sort. It had made her wish for someone sane to talk to, though. Sane people were a rarity even in the Academy, where the magic of the Ninth was openly practiced.
She was much cleaner than before, and much calmer. She was wearing clothes that were almost exactly identical to what she'd worn at lunch, but were much neater. Her glasses had been given a thorough scrubbing, and her hair was still damp from a shower.
There was a touch of sadness to her as she stared at the sky, as if she were waiting for the return of a friend. Which she was. The person who was quite possibly her sole friend--the first Raven Lotus, who died centuries ago and was currently inhabiting a magical scythe.
What could she say? The Lotus of Death had some weird friends. Er, friend.
She leaned back against the bench, letting her head fall over the top so she could stare at the darkening sky. Her eyes were trained at where the Celestial Lotus would appear in hopefully just a few moments. She hugged the Grimoire against her stomach, arms draped over it.
It was starting to get colder out as eventide arrived. She couldn't mind, though, because somehow, the cold made her feel happier. More at home. She glanced around the sky--a few clouds were rolling in. Perhaps they'd be getting a storm soon. That would be a nice change of pace from all these clear skies, and although it would obscure the Lotus, she'd still be happy amid the lightning.
At the moment, though, she was content. Alone, undisturbed, and waiting for the stars to shine and allow her a spot of meditation underneath the light of the Ninth.
What a pity it'd be if someone came and ruined this moment.
The Reaper hadn't really thought much about what had happened at lunch. People did crazy things at the Academy all the time. Sure, it had rattled her and tired her out, but there was no way it was going to transform into something important. Just some insane guy who had decided he wanted cuddles... of a sort. It had made her wish for someone sane to talk to, though. Sane people were a rarity even in the Academy, where the magic of the Ninth was openly practiced.
She was much cleaner than before, and much calmer. She was wearing clothes that were almost exactly identical to what she'd worn at lunch, but were much neater. Her glasses had been given a thorough scrubbing, and her hair was still damp from a shower.
There was a touch of sadness to her as she stared at the sky, as if she were waiting for the return of a friend. Which she was. The person who was quite possibly her sole friend--the first Raven Lotus, who died centuries ago and was currently inhabiting a magical scythe.
What could she say? The Lotus of Death had some weird friends. Er, friend.
She leaned back against the bench, letting her head fall over the top so she could stare at the darkening sky. Her eyes were trained at where the Celestial Lotus would appear in hopefully just a few moments. She hugged the Grimoire against her stomach, arms draped over it.
It was starting to get colder out as eventide arrived. She couldn't mind, though, because somehow, the cold made her feel happier. More at home. She glanced around the sky--a few clouds were rolling in. Perhaps they'd be getting a storm soon. That would be a nice change of pace from all these clear skies, and although it would obscure the Lotus, she'd still be happy amid the lightning.
At the moment, though, she was content. Alone, undisturbed, and waiting for the stars to shine and allow her a spot of meditation underneath the light of the Ninth.
What a pity it'd be if someone came and ruined this moment.