Post by Hallie on Mar 18, 2005 2:03:21 GMT -5
~Humming a soft tune, the Priestess wanders along the winding lane until she reaches the ornate wrought iron gate to her beloved aviary. The peaceful songs of the wide array of rare and colorful birds always set her heart at ease after a trying day. Today, unfortunately, was one of those days and her mind, as well as her heart were sadly distraught.
Strolling to her favorite bench, she lowers herself slowly with a tense sigh. As she smoothes out her dress, she looks up into the trees. The light from the sun had been dimmed by late afternoon clouds. The feathery fluff hanging above the filigree that makes the top of the aviary gives a softness to the day that adds to the peace of the birds' song. Smiling at the familiar, yet ever changing beauty before her, she leans back against the back of the bench and relaxes, allowing the stress of the day's toils to melt from her muscles and her mind.
Closing her eyes, she allows the melody of the different pitches to wash over her senses. The subtle changes in the chatter add staccato to the melody, increasing its soothing effects as it adds depth to the tune. The hypnotic result entrances her and soon she falls asleep, her body slowly draping over the length of the bench, warmed by the shrouded sun, and protected by the strong boughs of the surrounding trees. Slowly, her breathing becomes more rhythmic, the scent of the fragrant flowers that accent the lush habitat drift to her nostrils, adding to the beautiful palette from which to draw pleasant dreams from... with naught a care in the world entering her mind... not even the prospect of someone seeing her in such a fashion... nor of how late she might remain if no one were to wake her...~
Strolling to her favorite bench, she lowers herself slowly with a tense sigh. As she smoothes out her dress, she looks up into the trees. The light from the sun had been dimmed by late afternoon clouds. The feathery fluff hanging above the filigree that makes the top of the aviary gives a softness to the day that adds to the peace of the birds' song. Smiling at the familiar, yet ever changing beauty before her, she leans back against the back of the bench and relaxes, allowing the stress of the day's toils to melt from her muscles and her mind.
Closing her eyes, she allows the melody of the different pitches to wash over her senses. The subtle changes in the chatter add staccato to the melody, increasing its soothing effects as it adds depth to the tune. The hypnotic result entrances her and soon she falls asleep, her body slowly draping over the length of the bench, warmed by the shrouded sun, and protected by the strong boughs of the surrounding trees. Slowly, her breathing becomes more rhythmic, the scent of the fragrant flowers that accent the lush habitat drift to her nostrils, adding to the beautiful palette from which to draw pleasant dreams from... with naught a care in the world entering her mind... not even the prospect of someone seeing her in such a fashion... nor of how late she might remain if no one were to wake her...~
