Post by valentine on Mar 31, 2009 17:39:51 GMT -5
Spring had a taste that reminded Valentine of home, like the smell of stargazer lilies and soft citrus perfume. A cool breeze toyed with her pale hair as played with her memories, trying to recall what wind off the ocean's shore felt like. In winter it froze your heart, and you told you to be strong. In summer it was warm, and held you tight and told you everything would be okay. But in spring it was different. In spring you learned to grow on your own, sympathetic caresses and forceful gales forgotten. In spring you needed no comfort because nothing was wrong in the world.
In green grass, refreshing rain, and vibrant flowers was where Valentine found recollections of her childhood. They stood out brightly amoung shades of fuchsia and azure. She got herself lost in snapshots of gardens and bird songs at sunrise; blueberry tea after dark. A strong gust of wind tugged at Valentine's hair, tearing her from her reverie.
How had she found herself here?
They had her she was a wizard.
Valentine gazed up at the stars that had begun to glow through the dusk. Breath in, breath out. She was told that in the heart of Spain was a castle, a school: she was to go there. Now, the giant fortress loomed before her, a large cat prickling it's fur. Firelight from various windows flickered in the dark of sunset, hissing and spitting. This couldn't be spring. Spring was light and soft and didn't have dark crevices and corners in which to hide and reveal strange and shadowy things like magic and hidden castles. This was insane. Valentine pounded on the door in frustration. boarding school in a foreign country was enough, there was no reason to include magic and wizardry in the package. She gave the door a push, defeatedly. It didn't give. She gave the door a harder push, annoyed. It creaked. Valentine walked forward as the door opened.
At least the entrance hall was pretty.
In green grass, refreshing rain, and vibrant flowers was where Valentine found recollections of her childhood. They stood out brightly amoung shades of fuchsia and azure. She got herself lost in snapshots of gardens and bird songs at sunrise; blueberry tea after dark. A strong gust of wind tugged at Valentine's hair, tearing her from her reverie.
How had she found herself here?
They had her she was a wizard.
Valentine gazed up at the stars that had begun to glow through the dusk. Breath in, breath out. She was told that in the heart of Spain was a castle, a school: she was to go there. Now, the giant fortress loomed before her, a large cat prickling it's fur. Firelight from various windows flickered in the dark of sunset, hissing and spitting. This couldn't be spring. Spring was light and soft and didn't have dark crevices and corners in which to hide and reveal strange and shadowy things like magic and hidden castles. This was insane. Valentine pounded on the door in frustration. boarding school in a foreign country was enough, there was no reason to include magic and wizardry in the package. She gave the door a push, defeatedly. It didn't give. She gave the door a harder push, annoyed. It creaked. Valentine walked forward as the door opened.
At least the entrance hall was pretty.