Post by Cyan on Jan 26, 2011 17:40:24 GMT -5
Cyan walked up the many stairs to Ravenwood Tower, sighing morosely. Apparently, the tower had been completely obliterated damaged recently, but the skilled staff had already repaired it.
Cyan's deep blue eyes noticed a gouge in one of the walls. He blinked and proceeded onward.
Eventually he twisted the handle handle at the top and pushed, quickly buffeted by some cool winter winds.
"Whoo," he muttered. "Chilly day, chilly day..."
He stepped out, deftly shutting the door behind him with a loud clang. He quickly glanced around, his brown curls shaking with the movement. Not spotting anyone (it wasn't as though he looked all that hard), he sighed pathetically. He then dragged his moping feet over to the edge of the tower and leaned against the tower's teeth, glancing over without really seeing anything. His robes whipped around his legs.
He sighed again.
It seemed everyone had disappeared lately. He'd even spent time in the common room, and not a slytherin was in sight for more than a moment. Where, oh, where had everyone gone? It made him feel so lonely--heavy, somber, and quiet, like he was Atlas holding up the heavens on his lonesome.
The third-year lad sighed, gazing toward the ground. His ears tipped red as they chilled.
"I don't even know what to draw these days..."
The snow-covered ground appeared to grow even farther away the more he looked at it. Wow, he pondered, feeling irrationally tired under the gloomy gray skies. I wouldn't wanna fall from up here.
Cyan's deep blue eyes noticed a gouge in one of the walls. He blinked and proceeded onward.
Eventually he twisted the handle handle at the top and pushed, quickly buffeted by some cool winter winds.
"Whoo," he muttered. "Chilly day, chilly day..."
He stepped out, deftly shutting the door behind him with a loud clang. He quickly glanced around, his brown curls shaking with the movement. Not spotting anyone (it wasn't as though he looked all that hard), he sighed pathetically. He then dragged his moping feet over to the edge of the tower and leaned against the tower's teeth, glancing over without really seeing anything. His robes whipped around his legs.
He sighed again.
It seemed everyone had disappeared lately. He'd even spent time in the common room, and not a slytherin was in sight for more than a moment. Where, oh, where had everyone gone? It made him feel so lonely--heavy, somber, and quiet, like he was Atlas holding up the heavens on his lonesome.
The third-year lad sighed, gazing toward the ground. His ears tipped red as they chilled.
"I don't even know what to draw these days..."
The snow-covered ground appeared to grow even farther away the more he looked at it. Wow, he pondered, feeling irrationally tired under the gloomy gray skies. I wouldn't wanna fall from up here.