Post by Nadja on Feb 19, 2009 4:02:55 GMT -5
Restless, it was becoming a daily sensation to the small Rom. Even though work on the paper kept her busy enough, as did the chores about her small shop, it did nothing to elievate the feeling deep inside. Many call it the Wanderlust of the Gypsy, their need to be on the move, the inablity to remain in one place too long. Irregardless of the source of this inner feeling, each day it became stronger. Or did it have to do with the sensing of something darker lurking on the outer edges of humanity?
It was enough to have the small Gypsy leave her shop in the dead of night. This night she did not turn, the beast was kept in check and deep within her being. Snagging her cloak and leaving while Ivory, Cian, and Andro toiled over the artwork they wished to add to the paper, she slipped out the door; unheard. She was sure she wouldn't even be missed they were so deep into their work.
Heading to the port just as a ship was about to set sail ... strange it was to find one this late in the night, but she questioned it not as she payed for her fare and climbed aboard. No clue did she even have of where the ship would take her, only that the direction seemed right.
Standing at the railing she looked out over the vast waters, watching the rolling of the waves, feeling the splash of cold water as it was driven upwards by the ship's keel cutting through it's depths, to splash against her face. She drew her hood up to fend off the frigid air, but yet welcomed it at the same time. Her eyes would rise to gaze up into the moonless night and view the brilliance of the stars. The stars glimmered like diamonds reflecting fire light agianst the backdrop of a velvety black material. While watching she witnessed the glowing path of two shooting stars that crisscrossed over the horizon. Inside she felt a tightening of her gutt, an omen she had witnessed, yet it's meaning was yet to be clear to her.
When the ship finally set to port, she would find herself in Ravenscraig. A land that was slightly familiar to her due to past visits. A place she was left wounded by the Raiders during one of her visits. A touch of a smile as she remembered the shouts when they came upon the fires she had set to the deck of their ship. Paybacks were hell! Upon disembarking, she passed a few of Karamoons Rangers, nods and pleasant greetings were passed between she and the three, as they climbed aboard the ship for a return trip to Karamoon.
Onwards she moved, unsure exactly where she was going. It had been quite some time since her last visit and the paths were still unclear to her as to where they lead. A sudden need to be with her own kind would drive the tiny Rom towards the Gypsy camp, or at least in the direction she had thought it to be in. Where she ended up was not the place she had expected, and in the end it would nearly cost her life.
Moving over the snow covered ground she found herself entering into an open clearing. Brows furrowed in puzzlement, she remembered seeing this not on her last visit to the camp that she knew laid very near. It held a coldness to it, beyond that of the winters chill, but one that cut deep into a sensitives soul. It would be the two statues that next gained her attention. Towards them she moved, intrigued greatly, as she approached the stone pillars that looked in one sense to be feminine in nature, but yet not. A robed figure with hood drawn up over it's head, hands hidden in the belled sleeves ends, almost Monk like they seemed. Slightly down tilted face held a look of sorrow, or at least so it seemed to the tiny Rom.
Standing close, she could feel something, but was unsure exactly what it was. A hand reached out to touch the smooth, cold surface of the carved stone figure. A chill indeed did she feel, one that made her bones nearly ache. Quickly her hand withdrew as she glanced up at the clearing and to the opening of the cave beyond.
Pondering on if she should explore further, that was until she began to feel her strength slowly ebbing from her body, as if something was stealing her energy. A sense of fear rushed through Nadja and was enough to have her turn about and flee. Not just away from the area, but back to her little shop in the Port. By time she had returned home she could barely stand on her own accord, it was a struggle to make it up the steps that would offer her refuge and safety, as well as warmth. Upon reaching the stairs tops she collapsed, the journey to the interior of her shop was now a chore in and of itself.
It almost seemed like an hour had passed by time she made it from the crest of the stairs to the door. It took all she could muster within just to reach the handle to enter, and it would be on hands and knees that she made her way inside. To the hearth she continued and it would be at it's side she'd collapse. Weak, drained, unsure of what was to come. The tiny Rom now laid passed out at the hearth's side, while her mind cried out for help, though she knew it would go unheard. None here had that connection with the small Gypsy like they did back at the Veil. Those who once would have come at sensing any distress in her mind were oceans and continents distance away. She was alone and perhaps it would alone she would die. Only time would tell.
It was enough to have the small Gypsy leave her shop in the dead of night. This night she did not turn, the beast was kept in check and deep within her being. Snagging her cloak and leaving while Ivory, Cian, and Andro toiled over the artwork they wished to add to the paper, she slipped out the door; unheard. She was sure she wouldn't even be missed they were so deep into their work.
Heading to the port just as a ship was about to set sail ... strange it was to find one this late in the night, but she questioned it not as she payed for her fare and climbed aboard. No clue did she even have of where the ship would take her, only that the direction seemed right.
Standing at the railing she looked out over the vast waters, watching the rolling of the waves, feeling the splash of cold water as it was driven upwards by the ship's keel cutting through it's depths, to splash against her face. She drew her hood up to fend off the frigid air, but yet welcomed it at the same time. Her eyes would rise to gaze up into the moonless night and view the brilliance of the stars. The stars glimmered like diamonds reflecting fire light agianst the backdrop of a velvety black material. While watching she witnessed the glowing path of two shooting stars that crisscrossed over the horizon. Inside she felt a tightening of her gutt, an omen she had witnessed, yet it's meaning was yet to be clear to her.
When the ship finally set to port, she would find herself in Ravenscraig. A land that was slightly familiar to her due to past visits. A place she was left wounded by the Raiders during one of her visits. A touch of a smile as she remembered the shouts when they came upon the fires she had set to the deck of their ship. Paybacks were hell! Upon disembarking, she passed a few of Karamoons Rangers, nods and pleasant greetings were passed between she and the three, as they climbed aboard the ship for a return trip to Karamoon.
Onwards she moved, unsure exactly where she was going. It had been quite some time since her last visit and the paths were still unclear to her as to where they lead. A sudden need to be with her own kind would drive the tiny Rom towards the Gypsy camp, or at least in the direction she had thought it to be in. Where she ended up was not the place she had expected, and in the end it would nearly cost her life.
Moving over the snow covered ground she found herself entering into an open clearing. Brows furrowed in puzzlement, she remembered seeing this not on her last visit to the camp that she knew laid very near. It held a coldness to it, beyond that of the winters chill, but one that cut deep into a sensitives soul. It would be the two statues that next gained her attention. Towards them she moved, intrigued greatly, as she approached the stone pillars that looked in one sense to be feminine in nature, but yet not. A robed figure with hood drawn up over it's head, hands hidden in the belled sleeves ends, almost Monk like they seemed. Slightly down tilted face held a look of sorrow, or at least so it seemed to the tiny Rom.
Standing close, she could feel something, but was unsure exactly what it was. A hand reached out to touch the smooth, cold surface of the carved stone figure. A chill indeed did she feel, one that made her bones nearly ache. Quickly her hand withdrew as she glanced up at the clearing and to the opening of the cave beyond.
Pondering on if she should explore further, that was until she began to feel her strength slowly ebbing from her body, as if something was stealing her energy. A sense of fear rushed through Nadja and was enough to have her turn about and flee. Not just away from the area, but back to her little shop in the Port. By time she had returned home she could barely stand on her own accord, it was a struggle to make it up the steps that would offer her refuge and safety, as well as warmth. Upon reaching the stairs tops she collapsed, the journey to the interior of her shop was now a chore in and of itself.
It almost seemed like an hour had passed by time she made it from the crest of the stairs to the door. It took all she could muster within just to reach the handle to enter, and it would be on hands and knees that she made her way inside. To the hearth she continued and it would be at it's side she'd collapse. Weak, drained, unsure of what was to come. The tiny Rom now laid passed out at the hearth's side, while her mind cried out for help, though she knew it would go unheard. None here had that connection with the small Gypsy like they did back at the Veil. Those who once would have come at sensing any distress in her mind were oceans and continents distance away. She was alone and perhaps it would alone she would die. Only time would tell.
