The world is quiet cast in purple and orange as the leave crackle softly under foot and rustle over head in the soft breeze. Purple for the night and orge for the magic, behind her gaze it was really rather beautiful. A white feather drifted past her gaze and she watched the wind catch it and twirl it around before it vanished into the purple. Somewhere there was coffee she could smell it and her cup had too long been empty. More was needed, more to go with the last few chapters of the book she hadn't been able to put down long enough to make her own pot. So she read it now as she walked slowly, shuffling her feet and occasionally glancing up long enough to tell where to go without falling for to fall would be to stop reading for longer then she cared to.
Coffee, coffee coffee, the little voice in the back of her head chanted and she ignored it focused upon absorbing the words upon the weathered page. A rain drop splattered down past her from the purple sky dark with rain clouds that were slowly obsuring the last of the blue moon light. She sighed and walked faster, looking up more often now, the smell was getting stronger.
Soon she would find it... soon. But would it be soon enough?
 KrazySidhe · Mon Apr 16, 2007 @ 05:15am · 0 Comments |
