BumpedJust to let people know I finally posted ^^
Timestamp: Tenth of Spring, 513 AV, around 9th bell.
Her feet tread the ground slowly, boots sinking into the snow with an air of finality even she didn't fully understand. Frozen Tundra came after, swaying slowly under the bulk of his burden, and bumping his nose against her sleeve every few steps. Whether it was for attention or reassurance Svasra was too distracted to really estimate. Her eyes scanned the docks ahead of her, the ship she was bound for moored and floating peacefully in the ice-y waters of their habour. It was scary, seeing her future so lovingly laid out right by those wooden planks, sailors milling about to depart with the next turn of the tide. She was to leave within a few bells. Frozen Tundra was to board soon to get used to the sway of the ship, and she was to follow soon afterwards to ensure they would leave on time. She took a short inhalation, and felt her hand squeezed.
Looking over to her left, Svasra smiled at Minara who strode so diligently at her side. Havok trailed at hers, his misty eyes glued ahead in a determination to 'stay strong'. There was no anger in their posture, only small hope they would see Svasra safely return. She vowed she would return. Whether it be for good, or to admit of her life somewhere else, Svasra would once again see the snowy hills of Avanthal. That she promised them. A few small parcels hung at her side, filled with articles she would give to those she hoped would arrive at the waters soon, her little farewells.
There was a scarf, originally for her mother, but she had refused such a gift. The red angora was soft and extremely warm, an article of clothing Svasra did not need anymore. While she insisted her mother take it, Minara had said to give it to someone else, as she showed Svasra the multitude of scarves she already owned. Svasra knew just the person who would appreciate the warmth the scarf would offer, she only hoped the cute desert man came today.
There were a pair of skates, sharp and new, no use for Svasra where she was going. Another thing she wished to give, and hoped her companion would accept and use. The woman would live and die in Avanthal, Svasra felt it, and hoped the skates would remind her to have the fun she'd brought to Svasra's life in the whirlwind of activity she was.
A new paint pigment was settled in its tiny container. It was a beautiful shade of purple that Svasra had just chanced upon. It's deep color and greyish hue reminded the woman of a close friend that may not be able to see the shade, but she was certain would appreciate the color in her work. It was like her eyes were staring back out of the container whenever Svasra paused to admire its radiant color.
Lastly, a small string of bells. They jingled cheerfully in their bag, ringing a sweet tenor that Svasra couldn't help but smile when she heard. It was a sash, really, with small dangling bells, that Svasra hoped her friend would like.
There wasn't any time if they didn't like them though. She breathed out slowly. She was out of time. Svasra ran a hand through her night black hair, the sections shuffling and revealing the green streaks through her inky strands shot with gold. "Ah, Queen Morwen, bless my friends within this winter world." She smiled gently, and she felt her parents move closer. The docks came into view, and so did the ships as she closed to distance to them.
Svasra turned around, facing her parents. "It's almost time to go," she said quietly, looking from one to the other. Her mother held out her hand and opened it. A petite carved glass piece lay within. The snowflake was on a thin leather string and purely clear to appear as ice.
"I realised ice would ... might melt where you're going. But, I hope you can see why we chose this for you," Havok said, faltering as his voice broke. He looked away as Minara placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Svasra looked at her parents. They were smiling at each other with a love that Svasra hoped she would find someday. They would be alright. Sniffling slightly, Svasra hugged both of them, and kissed her father's cheek. "I love it, I'll wear it always." Minara did it up, and Svasra felt the cool pendent against her chest. "It's beautiful, thank you," she murmured and looked down at the reflective light that twinkled off the surface.
Taking a breath, Svasra gave Frozen Tundra to a sailor that would coax him onto the ship, and ensure his safety. Walking back to her parents, she sat on the frosty ground and they sat a close distance beside her. Turning a smile, Svasra looked towards the road, waiting. Dragul was due any chime now, and her friends ... well she had told them when she would leave, and hoped they would honor her with their presence today.
Timestamp: Tenth of Spring, 513 AV, around 9th bell.
Her feet tread the ground slowly, boots sinking into the snow with an air of finality even she didn't fully understand. Frozen Tundra came after, swaying slowly under the bulk of his burden, and bumping his nose against her sleeve every few steps. Whether it was for attention or reassurance Svasra was too distracted to really estimate. Her eyes scanned the docks ahead of her, the ship she was bound for moored and floating peacefully in the ice-y waters of their habour. It was scary, seeing her future so lovingly laid out right by those wooden planks, sailors milling about to depart with the next turn of the tide. She was to leave within a few bells. Frozen Tundra was to board soon to get used to the sway of the ship, and she was to follow soon afterwards to ensure they would leave on time. She took a short inhalation, and felt her hand squeezed.
Looking over to her left, Svasra smiled at Minara who strode so diligently at her side. Havok trailed at hers, his misty eyes glued ahead in a determination to 'stay strong'. There was no anger in their posture, only small hope they would see Svasra safely return. She vowed she would return. Whether it be for good, or to admit of her life somewhere else, Svasra would once again see the snowy hills of Avanthal. That she promised them. A few small parcels hung at her side, filled with articles she would give to those she hoped would arrive at the waters soon, her little farewells.
There was a scarf, originally for her mother, but she had refused such a gift. The red angora was soft and extremely warm, an article of clothing Svasra did not need anymore. While she insisted her mother take it, Minara had said to give it to someone else, as she showed Svasra the multitude of scarves she already owned. Svasra knew just the person who would appreciate the warmth the scarf would offer, she only hoped the cute desert man came today.
There were a pair of skates, sharp and new, no use for Svasra where she was going. Another thing she wished to give, and hoped her companion would accept and use. The woman would live and die in Avanthal, Svasra felt it, and hoped the skates would remind her to have the fun she'd brought to Svasra's life in the whirlwind of activity she was.
A new paint pigment was settled in its tiny container. It was a beautiful shade of purple that Svasra had just chanced upon. It's deep color and greyish hue reminded the woman of a close friend that may not be able to see the shade, but she was certain would appreciate the color in her work. It was like her eyes were staring back out of the container whenever Svasra paused to admire its radiant color.
Lastly, a small string of bells. They jingled cheerfully in their bag, ringing a sweet tenor that Svasra couldn't help but smile when she heard. It was a sash, really, with small dangling bells, that Svasra hoped her friend would like.
There wasn't any time if they didn't like them though. She breathed out slowly. She was out of time. Svasra ran a hand through her night black hair, the sections shuffling and revealing the green streaks through her inky strands shot with gold. "Ah, Queen Morwen, bless my friends within this winter world." She smiled gently, and she felt her parents move closer. The docks came into view, and so did the ships as she closed to distance to them.
Svasra turned around, facing her parents. "It's almost time to go," she said quietly, looking from one to the other. Her mother held out her hand and opened it. A petite carved glass piece lay within. The snowflake was on a thin leather string and purely clear to appear as ice.
"I realised ice would ... might melt where you're going. But, I hope you can see why we chose this for you," Havok said, faltering as his voice broke. He looked away as Minara placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Svasra looked at her parents. They were smiling at each other with a love that Svasra hoped she would find someday. They would be alright. Sniffling slightly, Svasra hugged both of them, and kissed her father's cheek. "I love it, I'll wear it always." Minara did it up, and Svasra felt the cool pendent against her chest. "It's beautiful, thank you," she murmured and looked down at the reflective light that twinkled off the surface.
Taking a breath, Svasra gave Frozen Tundra to a sailor that would coax him onto the ship, and ensure his safety. Walking back to her parents, she sat on the frosty ground and they sat a close distance beside her. Turning a smile, Svasra looked towards the road, waiting. Dragul was due any chime now, and her friends ... well she had told them when she would leave, and hoped they would honor her with their presence today.
