Post by Sylph on Nov 19, 2009 9:37:25 GMT -5
A tall witch with a shock of bright purple hair stood on the edge of the lake, staring into the depths as if seeking something. The water would be cold, and the northerly breeze wouldn’t help matters, but that wasn’t what was making her hesitate. Instead, a thought had jumped unbidden to mind and now wouldn’t let go.
The last time she had come here had been the day of Hayzie’s funeral.
The unpleasant sensation Sylph experienced every time she thought of that day - and more specifically the events preceding it - crept slowly through her body, originating from somewhere in the region of her stomach and spreading steadily outward, all the way down to her fingertips where the grip on her wand suddenly loosened. The clatter of wood on stone awoke the purple haired woman from her daze, and as she stooped to retrieve the slender stick her jaw hardened.
Nothing would ever erase the horror of those days, nor the guilt. It was just something she had to live with, and Sylph was now an expert at just getting on with it. Today, she was in need of new material for her classes, and a visit to the nymph woods was a decent enough place to find it. Besides, it was possible that this was the place that Elton – a bizarre cross between a butterfly and a lizard which Sylph had discovered just days before not twenty yards away from where she now stood – had come from. Here she might find more examples of his species, or a helpful nymph with information. She didn’t want to put it off. Not just for that nagging sense of loss and remorse, at any rate.
Taking a moment to cast a bubblehead charm on herself, causing her features to become oddly distorted, Sylph began to wade out into the lake. Once out far enough, she disappeared below the surface, seeking the place where the portal lay.
Moments later she erupted in a glistening stream, and her eyes were immediately greeted by a most pleasant sight; the lake was picturesque, but this realm was unearthly in its beauty. Looking around her, Sylph knew why those who had stepped here referred to it as the Crystal Woods - even the air seemed cleaner and sharper, sweetly scented and filled with the noise of the tumbling river, which was no doubt filled with the water spirits, cousins of the dryads. Breathing deeply as she removed the charm, the purple haired witch strode out of the water and proceeded to magically dry herself, siphoning water out of her jeans and a leather jacket and warming herself with jets of warm air. Once her feet no longer squelched in her boots, she pocketed her wand and began to stroll through the glade that surrounded the stream.
She knew that given the task of getting here that she probably wouldn’t meet anyone here, but still she hoped. Sylph felt like some company.
The last time she had come here had been the day of Hayzie’s funeral.
The unpleasant sensation Sylph experienced every time she thought of that day - and more specifically the events preceding it - crept slowly through her body, originating from somewhere in the region of her stomach and spreading steadily outward, all the way down to her fingertips where the grip on her wand suddenly loosened. The clatter of wood on stone awoke the purple haired woman from her daze, and as she stooped to retrieve the slender stick her jaw hardened.
Nothing would ever erase the horror of those days, nor the guilt. It was just something she had to live with, and Sylph was now an expert at just getting on with it. Today, she was in need of new material for her classes, and a visit to the nymph woods was a decent enough place to find it. Besides, it was possible that this was the place that Elton – a bizarre cross between a butterfly and a lizard which Sylph had discovered just days before not twenty yards away from where she now stood – had come from. Here she might find more examples of his species, or a helpful nymph with information. She didn’t want to put it off. Not just for that nagging sense of loss and remorse, at any rate.
Taking a moment to cast a bubblehead charm on herself, causing her features to become oddly distorted, Sylph began to wade out into the lake. Once out far enough, she disappeared below the surface, seeking the place where the portal lay.
Moments later she erupted in a glistening stream, and her eyes were immediately greeted by a most pleasant sight; the lake was picturesque, but this realm was unearthly in its beauty. Looking around her, Sylph knew why those who had stepped here referred to it as the Crystal Woods - even the air seemed cleaner and sharper, sweetly scented and filled with the noise of the tumbling river, which was no doubt filled with the water spirits, cousins of the dryads. Breathing deeply as she removed the charm, the purple haired witch strode out of the water and proceeded to magically dry herself, siphoning water out of her jeans and a leather jacket and warming herself with jets of warm air. Once her feet no longer squelched in her boots, she pocketed her wand and began to stroll through the glade that surrounded the stream.
She knew that given the task of getting here that she probably wouldn’t meet anyone here, but still she hoped. Sylph felt like some company.