Post by HorusRe/Bila'reu on Jun 14, 2011 2:52:29 GMT -5
Dawn came gently to the eastern sea coast more often than not. Even in storm season, when the wind whipped and the clouds raged, mornings tended to slip out of the darkness of night with a comforting ease. The light spreading a warming blanket across the land. The great sky filled with the sky goddess, the huge disk that swirled in dream colors as she hung, pregnant and heavy, in the brightening heavens. Her children dancing about her belly, playing with their shadow-selves.
Like many a storm-less morning We Were Once This Way was out along the cliffs. The brightly dyed braids of her voluminous mane of hair hung softly about her shoulders, dangling just in front of her lowered eyes. Ayoeng'awliefifya sat on an exposed and well weathered rock, one with a natural basin that seemed just right for the posterior of a Na'vi, watching small insects flutter along on the slight morning breeze. Far below her the waves gently crashed onto the jagged rocks, the sounds mixing with the slight rustle of the ground cover vegetation into a music that delighted simple ears and a natural heart.
In one hand she carried a small carving knife, in the other a length of soft tusk. Her blue eyes looking about distantly, dreamily, as she looked for the sign that would guide her hands and emerge from the formless length of ivory.
Eldest surviving child of the Sea-Hunters Niwintawng and Yomtingtu’ir, Liefifya breathed deeply of the sweet dawn air and exhaled in time with the wash of the waves that dashed below the cliff face. She was delighting in the scenery and the start of a brand new day, welcoming any surprises that the day might bring.
Like many a storm-less morning We Were Once This Way was out along the cliffs. The brightly dyed braids of her voluminous mane of hair hung softly about her shoulders, dangling just in front of her lowered eyes. Ayoeng'awliefifya sat on an exposed and well weathered rock, one with a natural basin that seemed just right for the posterior of a Na'vi, watching small insects flutter along on the slight morning breeze. Far below her the waves gently crashed onto the jagged rocks, the sounds mixing with the slight rustle of the ground cover vegetation into a music that delighted simple ears and a natural heart.
In one hand she carried a small carving knife, in the other a length of soft tusk. Her blue eyes looking about distantly, dreamily, as she looked for the sign that would guide her hands and emerge from the formless length of ivory.
Eldest surviving child of the Sea-Hunters Niwintawng and Yomtingtu’ir, Liefifya breathed deeply of the sweet dawn air and exhaled in time with the wash of the waves that dashed below the cliff face. She was delighting in the scenery and the start of a brand new day, welcoming any surprises that the day might bring.