Post by zeis on Oct 6, 2010 16:19:25 GMT -8
It was a sunny day. Warmth filled the Eyrie, and warmed the startlingly red canyon rock. A few puffy white clouds floated lazily through the sky, and every now and then one would drift in front of the sun and temporarily dim the stratified color of the rocks. But otherwise, the weather was good. She had noticed in her few months stay in the canyon that there was a particular set of large flat ledges on the canyon walls the off duty simourv preferred to nap on. They weren't too high up, and were almost like a natural staircase leading up the canyon wall to no where. Easily accessible by even the younger simourv who couldn't fly yet, and with a bit more effort human beings as well.
Well, people that weren't as short as Shaegir was. The girl wasn't much one for rock climbing, and as a result her knees and hands were a bit scraped. The yellow dress she wore, and her stylish black shoes now scuffed and dirty. She had managed with some effort to ascend the first five 'steps', and now stood looking thoughtfully up at the sixth. She may be dirty, and her muscles tired, but as with the lesson in self defense... She felt slightly exhilarated. She leaped up with a nimble little hop and seized the edge of the next rock ledge, and her feet felt around quickly for purchase. The wind picked up and blew her long ashe blonde hair wildly around her shoulders as she pulled herself up to the next tier.
Here she sat on the ledge with an accomplished little smile, dangling her feet off the edge and enjoying the feeling of the breeze on her skin. She was not too high up, but from her vantage point the Eyrie was still impressive and beautiful. The smooth stone beneath her was wonderfully warm, and she understood at once why this place was so well used. The girl glanced over her shoulder, pushing her hair behind an ear with one hand. There were no simourv here on this tier either, but that was alright. She didn't mind so badly having this place to herself, and some still might show up as the noon heat intensified.
She shouldered off the satchel she had brought with her, and flipped open the top to quickly make sure the contents were okay. In it was a generous supply of food. A loaf of fresh bread, still warm from the oven. A portion of a wheel of cheese, and a small variety of pastries and pies, with a variety of fillings. There was also a bottle of cold mint tea. All of these were carefully wrapped to prevent any damage on the climb up. It was certainly too much food for a girl such as herself, and in truth she had brought it hoping she could share it with the regular visitors of this site, or perhaps their riders. She wasn't sure what simourv thought of human food, so she had brought a variety of things. Satisfied, she closed the satchel securely, and slid it safely back away from the ledge.
Deciding she would rest here, she turned her dark blue eyes dreamily up to the sky. The wind molded and shaped the clouds as they blew over the Eyrie, and in them she could imagine a number of shapes and figures. This one looked like teapot, that one like a crescent moon. It was nice to be able to simply let her thoughts drift, without wondering where they might take her. The memory of home was still a tender one, but for the first time in more than a year the pain was less. So she sat and watched the clouds, dreaming about her home here and back in Itnala.
Well, people that weren't as short as Shaegir was. The girl wasn't much one for rock climbing, and as a result her knees and hands were a bit scraped. The yellow dress she wore, and her stylish black shoes now scuffed and dirty. She had managed with some effort to ascend the first five 'steps', and now stood looking thoughtfully up at the sixth. She may be dirty, and her muscles tired, but as with the lesson in self defense... She felt slightly exhilarated. She leaped up with a nimble little hop and seized the edge of the next rock ledge, and her feet felt around quickly for purchase. The wind picked up and blew her long ashe blonde hair wildly around her shoulders as she pulled herself up to the next tier.
Here she sat on the ledge with an accomplished little smile, dangling her feet off the edge and enjoying the feeling of the breeze on her skin. She was not too high up, but from her vantage point the Eyrie was still impressive and beautiful. The smooth stone beneath her was wonderfully warm, and she understood at once why this place was so well used. The girl glanced over her shoulder, pushing her hair behind an ear with one hand. There were no simourv here on this tier either, but that was alright. She didn't mind so badly having this place to herself, and some still might show up as the noon heat intensified.
She shouldered off the satchel she had brought with her, and flipped open the top to quickly make sure the contents were okay. In it was a generous supply of food. A loaf of fresh bread, still warm from the oven. A portion of a wheel of cheese, and a small variety of pastries and pies, with a variety of fillings. There was also a bottle of cold mint tea. All of these were carefully wrapped to prevent any damage on the climb up. It was certainly too much food for a girl such as herself, and in truth she had brought it hoping she could share it with the regular visitors of this site, or perhaps their riders. She wasn't sure what simourv thought of human food, so she had brought a variety of things. Satisfied, she closed the satchel securely, and slid it safely back away from the ledge.
Deciding she would rest here, she turned her dark blue eyes dreamily up to the sky. The wind molded and shaped the clouds as they blew over the Eyrie, and in them she could imagine a number of shapes and figures. This one looked like teapot, that one like a crescent moon. It was nice to be able to simply let her thoughts drift, without wondering where they might take her. The memory of home was still a tender one, but for the first time in more than a year the pain was less. So she sat and watched the clouds, dreaming about her home here and back in Itnala.