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Looking
Apr 1, 2008 18:11:02 GMT -5
Post by Nariel Elliots on Apr 1, 2008 18:11:02 GMT -5
Nari looked around her, taking in the sights of the interior of the school. The floors of the hall were polished wood, and the walls were a royal purple. A long persian carpet muffled the sounds of her foot steps as she went down the hallway.
A few paintings hung on the walls, to her relief none of them were in the abstract modern style. The paintings depicted all kinds of scenes, one of the ones that caught her eye was a portrait of a pretty girl, who was maybe eight years old. She had red hair, and her clothing looked like it was from victorian times. There was no artist's signature, and there was no title to the portrait either.
Nari looked down the long hallway, and saw a print of a japanese image of a wave, along with a picture of a flame a bit further on.
Outside, the wind was whistling, and the snow was falling as hard as ever. Nari grinned happily. This was her favourite kind of weather.
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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on Jun 5, 2008 9:35:09 GMT -5
Yuliya walked lightly with a bounce in her step, and a falcon on her shoulder. It, this school, was different than anything she had ever faced before. The walls…it seemed like they trapped people inside them, and where was the way out? Where was the wind that would swirl itself around her and wrap her in its folds? She was far away from home, far away from anything she knew, far away from her family, and friend, away from the Cossacks. Oh well, she could always find the bright side, and always find the sunshine. For no matter where she was, the sun would rise in the east and set in the west. East was the way back home, but west was the land of the setting sun. Setting sun, rising sun, the two most important parts of her day, dawn and dusk, when the sun came and left the world, the sun, one of her loves, and in weather, it was second only to wind. Of course, one wouldn’t be able to find the sun in winter.
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