A Starless Day [Iollan, Cassair]
Jul 7, 2015 10:36:49 GMT
Post by dualscepters on Jul 7, 2015 10:36:49 GMT
8th Sun, 8291
Evening fell across the town. Pinks and oranges drained from the edges of greyness and in their wake blue-soon-black gradually seeped in, though there was still time before the darkness settled fully. The moon had only just begun its climb, and occasionally it would peek out from behind slow-moving clouds, its pale light steady.
(Already fading, Iollan knew, over the next week – already it was half gone. Not yet a concern, but still a reminder of ills creeping closer. For now, though, he breathed a little easier than he had in some time.)
But only that of the moon. The stars were gone tonight, their flickers not strong enough to escape their cover. There was something satisfying there, the sort that came with thin smiles and an unfriendly curl of fingers. He could only hope for the weather to stay until the next week. Perhaps Mareus would shift, and the clouds would weep for the sleeping goddess.
Such thoughts had limited lifespans, however, and Iollan rested his hands gently on the balcony railing, rather than keeping them curled around the painted wood. A mixture of candle and crystal light glowed from within his home, casting shadows onto the houses across from him. The air was fresh, decorated with the scents of the surrounding flora and the sounds of the river below. Here, the street felt a little more distant, when only a row of buildings separated him from his fellow Iadlish. A pleasant night, all things considered - one that he’d gladly start his day with, and did. Even in the relative privacy that existed behind the houses, it was a stroke of luck that his neighbors were not around to see him in his nightgown and to wrongly think that he was early to bed.
Evening fell across the town. Pinks and oranges drained from the edges of greyness and in their wake blue-soon-black gradually seeped in, though there was still time before the darkness settled fully. The moon had only just begun its climb, and occasionally it would peek out from behind slow-moving clouds, its pale light steady.
(Already fading, Iollan knew, over the next week – already it was half gone. Not yet a concern, but still a reminder of ills creeping closer. For now, though, he breathed a little easier than he had in some time.)
But only that of the moon. The stars were gone tonight, their flickers not strong enough to escape their cover. There was something satisfying there, the sort that came with thin smiles and an unfriendly curl of fingers. He could only hope for the weather to stay until the next week. Perhaps Mareus would shift, and the clouds would weep for the sleeping goddess.
Such thoughts had limited lifespans, however, and Iollan rested his hands gently on the balcony railing, rather than keeping them curled around the painted wood. A mixture of candle and crystal light glowed from within his home, casting shadows onto the houses across from him. The air was fresh, decorated with the scents of the surrounding flora and the sounds of the river below. Here, the street felt a little more distant, when only a row of buildings separated him from his fellow Iadlish. A pleasant night, all things considered - one that he’d gladly start his day with, and did. Even in the relative privacy that existed behind the houses, it was a stroke of luck that his neighbors were not around to see him in his nightgown and to wrongly think that he was early to bed.
