73rd of Winter, 513 AV
The sun was slowly rising, yet a young woman wearing on a dress in such frigid weather, had just woken up. She yawned and brushed her eyes with the back of her hand before taking a step out into the chilly evening air for a few deep breaths.
It was here that the woman had mixed feelings of whether or not she wished to go outside today. It was so warm and comfortable in her tent. However, she had felt unproductive the day before and needed to exercise her brain.
The woman with eyes the colour of a mix between dirt and grass quickly slipped back into the tent where she warmed herself in the mounds of blankets both her and the child she cared for shared.
Today was going to be a lazy day, but she was going to accomplish something. To her, the day was just beginning.
There was no need to wake the sleeping girl up from beside her. What logic would be behind depriving her of her slumber? It’s not like she needed help with chores around the tent or anything like that. Today was going to be a nice, lazy day while still doing something productive.
Lenz already had out her journal and the quill and vile of ink to accompany it when she decided to push her bedroll and blanket to the side so she’d have room to write.
Today she planned to open her mind to the creative world around her. There was tons of activity around Sunberth, being a lawless city with many violent people, but since it was winter and Lenz didn’t feel like exploring, it would pose a difficulty to her.
It wasn’t a drawback, though. She had tons of imagination stored in her mind from both her past and what she planned to do in the future. She just needed to reach in and handle it with care as she wrote it down.
Tapping the quill to her chin a few times, the woman tried to think. Thinking was her speciality, but when it came to have free reign on what to think about, she wasn’t in her strongest suit.
With her head tilting the side, her legs sprawled out behind her as she lay on her belly, an idea popped into her mind.
I shall write a poem, she thought to herself as her eyes naturally glued themselves to the piece of paper that lay open to her advantage.
Ideas were already sprouting inside her mind like flowers rising to great the sun in the morning, there petals opening to welcome the rays that cast down upon their bodies. Just that depiction right there sent Lenz into a frenzy of jotting down words.
”As the sunlight stirs amidst the clouds
The wildlife below rises to greet it
Its rays falling to kiss the ground
The warmth it brings caressing many souls.
Apart from a small gale amid the stagnant air
The flowers never faulter to cease their avid stillness
The birds chirp overhead, singing their songs
And the deer graze nearby.
A stream of water flows through the trees
There is nothing but tranquility here
The sway of the trees give comfort to all
But soon the sun must say its farewell.
Slowly lowering itself below the horizon
The glow of its embers seem to die out
Until next morning when it returns
The sounds of nature will begin again.”
Brushing a stray lock of crimson hair from her face, Lenz sat up and relaxed, reading over all she had recently written. She corrected a few spelling errors before rereading it a second time to see how it sounded.
Nature. Once she thought about it, the word sounded strange in the mind. The definition of the word meant so many different things to the woman, but only one definition, the one her mother had described to her had stuck with her through all the years.
Her mother’s voice whispered into her ear as she said, ‘nature defines the beauty created by the wonderful gods of the universe.’
It was so wonderful, the ways the words ignited several different images in the mind at the same time. It was methodically said as if it had been repeated a million times, yet each time was spoken from the depths of the heart. It was genuine and special to Lenz, and only flashes of images or small part of words of her mother came to Lenz every day. It was all she had to live by in remembering her mother.
After thinking over some of her mother’s philosophical phrases, Lenz started to come across her own. They were thoughtful, yet confusing, but at the same time they made sense to anyone who thought hard enough about the truth behind their meaning.
“When you’re stuck, you’re never stuck. You’re merely advancing onto an answer to your problem.”
Clapping a hand over her mouth quickly, Lenz checked over her shoulder to see if she had disturbed Ipisol. The girl was still sleeping peacefully as if no one had spoken particularly loudly such as Lenz just had.
Shifting her eyes back to the task she had given herself to finish, Lenz began to conjure up more ideas to write about in her head. What else stuck out like the sun on a day of clear sky?
“A butterfly,” the woman whispered to herself, smiling at the thought of the magnificent of such a creature. There was a handful and more to write about describing the thing; it was endless. So, Lenz immersed herself into another frenzy of thoughts being poured out onto paper.
”Translucent wings shine in the morning
And they glow heavenly at night
Their powdered scales full of colour
Creating such a beautiful sight.
Its fluttering propels it across leaves
Its antennae senses for disturbance
Stealing pollen for other flowers
The value of the creature is of great importance.
To fly on the wings of freedom
To feel the wind across its body
It casts hope across all of nature’s beauty
For it is necessary for its special hobby…”
A grimace appeared on Lenz’s face, as she dropped the quill and massaged the cramp she had recently gotten in the hand she wrote with.
In doing so, the terrible truth was that she had lost her train of thought. Everything she was going on had vanished out of thin air, and she was left with only those few paragraphs. The woman wasn’t sad, though. She had gotten some pretty detailed work written down and was proud of herself for it.
Besides, with her hand throbbing slightly, she felt the need to take a break.
The sun was slowly rising, yet a young woman wearing on a dress in such frigid weather, had just woken up. She yawned and brushed her eyes with the back of her hand before taking a step out into the chilly evening air for a few deep breaths.
It was here that the woman had mixed feelings of whether or not she wished to go outside today. It was so warm and comfortable in her tent. However, she had felt unproductive the day before and needed to exercise her brain.
The woman with eyes the colour of a mix between dirt and grass quickly slipped back into the tent where she warmed herself in the mounds of blankets both her and the child she cared for shared.
Today was going to be a lazy day, but she was going to accomplish something. To her, the day was just beginning.
There was no need to wake the sleeping girl up from beside her. What logic would be behind depriving her of her slumber? It’s not like she needed help with chores around the tent or anything like that. Today was going to be a nice, lazy day while still doing something productive.
Lenz already had out her journal and the quill and vile of ink to accompany it when she decided to push her bedroll and blanket to the side so she’d have room to write.
Today she planned to open her mind to the creative world around her. There was tons of activity around Sunberth, being a lawless city with many violent people, but since it was winter and Lenz didn’t feel like exploring, it would pose a difficulty to her.
It wasn’t a drawback, though. She had tons of imagination stored in her mind from both her past and what she planned to do in the future. She just needed to reach in and handle it with care as she wrote it down.
Tapping the quill to her chin a few times, the woman tried to think. Thinking was her speciality, but when it came to have free reign on what to think about, she wasn’t in her strongest suit.
With her head tilting the side, her legs sprawled out behind her as she lay on her belly, an idea popped into her mind.
I shall write a poem, she thought to herself as her eyes naturally glued themselves to the piece of paper that lay open to her advantage.
Ideas were already sprouting inside her mind like flowers rising to great the sun in the morning, there petals opening to welcome the rays that cast down upon their bodies. Just that depiction right there sent Lenz into a frenzy of jotting down words.
”As the sunlight stirs amidst the clouds
The wildlife below rises to greet it
Its rays falling to kiss the ground
The warmth it brings caressing many souls.
Apart from a small gale amid the stagnant air
The flowers never faulter to cease their avid stillness
The birds chirp overhead, singing their songs
And the deer graze nearby.
A stream of water flows through the trees
There is nothing but tranquility here
The sway of the trees give comfort to all
But soon the sun must say its farewell.
Slowly lowering itself below the horizon
The glow of its embers seem to die out
Until next morning when it returns
The sounds of nature will begin again.”
Brushing a stray lock of crimson hair from her face, Lenz sat up and relaxed, reading over all she had recently written. She corrected a few spelling errors before rereading it a second time to see how it sounded.
Nature. Once she thought about it, the word sounded strange in the mind. The definition of the word meant so many different things to the woman, but only one definition, the one her mother had described to her had stuck with her through all the years.
Her mother’s voice whispered into her ear as she said, ‘nature defines the beauty created by the wonderful gods of the universe.’
It was so wonderful, the ways the words ignited several different images in the mind at the same time. It was methodically said as if it had been repeated a million times, yet each time was spoken from the depths of the heart. It was genuine and special to Lenz, and only flashes of images or small part of words of her mother came to Lenz every day. It was all she had to live by in remembering her mother.
After thinking over some of her mother’s philosophical phrases, Lenz started to come across her own. They were thoughtful, yet confusing, but at the same time they made sense to anyone who thought hard enough about the truth behind their meaning.
“When you’re stuck, you’re never stuck. You’re merely advancing onto an answer to your problem.”
Clapping a hand over her mouth quickly, Lenz checked over her shoulder to see if she had disturbed Ipisol. The girl was still sleeping peacefully as if no one had spoken particularly loudly such as Lenz just had.
Shifting her eyes back to the task she had given herself to finish, Lenz began to conjure up more ideas to write about in her head. What else stuck out like the sun on a day of clear sky?
“A butterfly,” the woman whispered to herself, smiling at the thought of the magnificent of such a creature. There was a handful and more to write about describing the thing; it was endless. So, Lenz immersed herself into another frenzy of thoughts being poured out onto paper.
”Translucent wings shine in the morning
And they glow heavenly at night
Their powdered scales full of colour
Creating such a beautiful sight.
Its fluttering propels it across leaves
Its antennae senses for disturbance
Stealing pollen for other flowers
The value of the creature is of great importance.
To fly on the wings of freedom
To feel the wind across its body
It casts hope across all of nature’s beauty
For it is necessary for its special hobby…”
A grimace appeared on Lenz’s face, as she dropped the quill and massaged the cramp she had recently gotten in the hand she wrote with.
In doing so, the terrible truth was that she had lost her train of thought. Everything she was going on had vanished out of thin air, and she was left with only those few paragraphs. The woman wasn’t sad, though. She had gotten some pretty detailed work written down and was proud of herself for it.
Besides, with her hand throbbing slightly, she felt the need to take a break.
