Post by Nadja on Feb 19, 2009 4:28:14 GMT -5
Like a thief in the night, the small Rom stole away from the populated territory of the Port. The moon in it's full glory lit the path ahead with it's silvery blue light. The cloudless sky dazzled with the brilliance of it's heavenly bodies, those glimmering stars which resembled the brightness of a diamond kissed softly by candle light. The gentle breeze passed over the lands, greedily clinging to the cooler edge of the winter that was slowly slipping away. It's passing through branches laden with the greenery of needles, to those baren; save for a few of it's former shells of green life, long since turned brown. The sound was almost musical to the little Gypsy's ears. The soft rustling combined with the moaning wail of that captured within the mouth of hidden caves, or by the close growth of broughs. This all intermixed with the sounds of life, that which wandered about the lands when most slept; unware of thier existance. Birds that sang their songs in their way of communication, preditors on the prowl as well as the prey that sought it's evening meal of buried insects, sap, and/or foliage. With a bit of concentration, the drumming of percussions would begin, adding it's tempo to the symphony that was already fully underway. The flutterings and thuddings of living hearts that passed through the underbrush or flew overhead.
It would be in the midst of the forest that she would draw the Vardo to a hault, sitting in silence with eyes closed as she listened to those oh so familiar sounds. The soft surface of mauve twins would easily draw up into the form of a gentle smile. Youthful features taking on the look of serenity. This was peace, the only peace she had ever come to know. It was here she felt comfort and acceptance by the life that flittered about her. She seen life in all things when those lids slowly rose, thick ebon lashes to unveil the midnight pools that rested beneath. Even the stones held an aura of life about them, when so many considered them to not. Where so many seen nothing more than shades of dark gray and black, she seen perfection. Untouched by the hands of man, or their influence. This was where natural instinct, cunning, and raw strength reined in it's innocent dominance. Here those that ruled their packs did so because they were unbeatable alone, their strength determined their position. Unreliant on others to fight their battles for them, to keep them in their position. Here wealth held no meaning, thus it's influence was nonexistant. When it came to territorial protection, the pack would step forth as one in unison with it's leader. Not out of fear of retaliation if they didn't enact, nor to seek favor of the one who ruled. It was done to protect what they claimed as their's without hesitation. As a family they lived, and it would be the same when they fought. They could not be bribed for their allegance to the other side, it was a matter of survival!
Far from civiliation, yet still close enough if human interaction was to be sought. A small clearing in the depth of the forest would be her chosen spot. The Vardo would be parked, the Piebald stripped of all it's tack and allowed to roam free. For now, no fire would be built to hinder her sight of all that rested around her, nor interfere with the full viewing of the night sky. The ground still held the damp chill of the passing winter, and in this a woolen blanket would be retrieved from the wagon she called home. This to be laid out upon the richness of the earth before she would settle upon it as she gazed up into the night sky. Here she continued to lay, watching as the rich black coloration of the sky began to wan, the brilliance of the stars to slowly fade. A new brilliance of colors would soon begin to creep in, with its hues of purples, blues, reds, and orange. She knew that soon the sun would rein surpreme as the moon had in the celestial ceiling above her. With a soft sigh she would rise from the ground upon which she laid, the blanket retrieved before making her way to the covered wagon. Upon entering, a glance back would be given to the forest that was visually changing as much as the sky above. What colors that were present began to dominate where shadows once rested. A new symphony was beginning to take place of the one that provided it's musical sounds through the night. The sounds of life that presided during the day, and it would be this that would soon lull the tiny Rom into her daytime slumber.
It would be in the midst of the forest that she would draw the Vardo to a hault, sitting in silence with eyes closed as she listened to those oh so familiar sounds. The soft surface of mauve twins would easily draw up into the form of a gentle smile. Youthful features taking on the look of serenity. This was peace, the only peace she had ever come to know. It was here she felt comfort and acceptance by the life that flittered about her. She seen life in all things when those lids slowly rose, thick ebon lashes to unveil the midnight pools that rested beneath. Even the stones held an aura of life about them, when so many considered them to not. Where so many seen nothing more than shades of dark gray and black, she seen perfection. Untouched by the hands of man, or their influence. This was where natural instinct, cunning, and raw strength reined in it's innocent dominance. Here those that ruled their packs did so because they were unbeatable alone, their strength determined their position. Unreliant on others to fight their battles for them, to keep them in their position. Here wealth held no meaning, thus it's influence was nonexistant. When it came to territorial protection, the pack would step forth as one in unison with it's leader. Not out of fear of retaliation if they didn't enact, nor to seek favor of the one who ruled. It was done to protect what they claimed as their's without hesitation. As a family they lived, and it would be the same when they fought. They could not be bribed for their allegance to the other side, it was a matter of survival!
Far from civiliation, yet still close enough if human interaction was to be sought. A small clearing in the depth of the forest would be her chosen spot. The Vardo would be parked, the Piebald stripped of all it's tack and allowed to roam free. For now, no fire would be built to hinder her sight of all that rested around her, nor interfere with the full viewing of the night sky. The ground still held the damp chill of the passing winter, and in this a woolen blanket would be retrieved from the wagon she called home. This to be laid out upon the richness of the earth before she would settle upon it as she gazed up into the night sky. Here she continued to lay, watching as the rich black coloration of the sky began to wan, the brilliance of the stars to slowly fade. A new brilliance of colors would soon begin to creep in, with its hues of purples, blues, reds, and orange. She knew that soon the sun would rein surpreme as the moon had in the celestial ceiling above her. With a soft sigh she would rise from the ground upon which she laid, the blanket retrieved before making her way to the covered wagon. Upon entering, a glance back would be given to the forest that was visually changing as much as the sky above. What colors that were present began to dominate where shadows once rested. A new symphony was beginning to take place of the one that provided it's musical sounds through the night. The sounds of life that presided during the day, and it would be this that would soon lull the tiny Rom into her daytime slumber.
