Post by Mariana Torrenne on Jul 29, 2009 19:05:07 GMT 10
The small circles that appeared and then expanded across the surface of the pond alerted the ducks nearby to the food that now floated at random locations where Mariana had tossed it. Only bits of bread, but fresh bread it was, and of the tastiest that was available at the bakery in the middle of the Saphricorn Village. Mariana sat, wearing a thick winter coat that hung to her ankles rivalling tat of her school robes. They were a deep blue, though they were not school appointed, they could almost pass for the winter uniform of the Saphricorn House.
The breeze that fluttered the tangled ringlets in her thick dark hair was somewhat crisp owing to the fact that it was the middle of winter. Mariana didn’t much care for summer, and so could not complain about the cold. She opened the bread bag as wide as she could, reaching her gloved hand inside and grabbing another couple of slices before ripping them up and tossing them into the pond again. Though the ducks knew there was already food floating by unmolested by their fellows, they didn't exactly rush to eat it. For it was early, quite early. The morning sun had painted a soft pink glow across the boundless sky above, and due to the previously mentioned winter, the ducks were not yet prepared to bring their beaks and eyes out from under their wings. It was simply to cold.
Mariana took a deep breath of that cool air and regretted it almost immediately as the coldness flushed down her lungs and burned her nostrils. She clasped her bulbous nose and cursed the pain that seared throughout it. Her gloves might warm her fingers, but the outside of them was never designed for emitting warmth outwards and so she pulled her wand from her pocket, lighting a small but strong flame on the end of it. Lifting it to her face it game off a warm glow that made her feel better almost instantly.
Hearing steps behind her she turned her head hopefully. Only to find that it was just Clive the Clydesdale, always the first out of the stables, come to munch on the grass before the sun rose and all the ice melted off of it.
He was an odd horse.
The breeze that fluttered the tangled ringlets in her thick dark hair was somewhat crisp owing to the fact that it was the middle of winter. Mariana didn’t much care for summer, and so could not complain about the cold. She opened the bread bag as wide as she could, reaching her gloved hand inside and grabbing another couple of slices before ripping them up and tossing them into the pond again. Though the ducks knew there was already food floating by unmolested by their fellows, they didn't exactly rush to eat it. For it was early, quite early. The morning sun had painted a soft pink glow across the boundless sky above, and due to the previously mentioned winter, the ducks were not yet prepared to bring their beaks and eyes out from under their wings. It was simply to cold.
Mariana took a deep breath of that cool air and regretted it almost immediately as the coldness flushed down her lungs and burned her nostrils. She clasped her bulbous nose and cursed the pain that seared throughout it. Her gloves might warm her fingers, but the outside of them was never designed for emitting warmth outwards and so she pulled her wand from her pocket, lighting a small but strong flame on the end of it. Lifting it to her face it game off a warm glow that made her feel better almost instantly.
Hearing steps behind her she turned her head hopefully. Only to find that it was just Clive the Clydesdale, always the first out of the stables, come to munch on the grass before the sun rose and all the ice melted off of it.
He was an odd horse.