Post by Abby/Blood Offerings on Apr 1, 2012 15:31:31 GMT -8
Somewhere to the south east.
She stood under the moon, on top of the hill, the wind in her hair. Her face was turned to the moon and into the wind. She was breathing deep, taking in everything the wind had to tell her.
The faint scent of salt water mixed with the heavier scent of brewing coffee. A sense of need and urgency. Change was happening, and she was meant to be there.
She took a few more breaths, gleaning everything she could from the wind and what it had to tell her.
"Sisters, I know where we go. It will take some time to get there."
And she started walking into the wind, knowing her sisters would follow.
She stood under the moon, on top of the hill, the wind in her hair. Her face was turned to the moon and into the wind. She was breathing deep, taking in everything the wind had to tell her.
The faint scent of salt water mixed with the heavier scent of brewing coffee. A sense of need and urgency. Change was happening, and she was meant to be there.
She took a few more breaths, gleaning everything she could from the wind and what it had to tell her.
"Sisters, I know where we go. It will take some time to get there."
And she started walking into the wind, knowing her sisters would follow.