Post by Anxi Moineau on Sept 1, 2016 13:36:51 GMT -5
Beauty abound, and all around. Anxi had never seen so many trees before in her life! She felt dwarfed by them and skirted quickly out of their shade whenever a river of the cooler invisible strips would fall across her path. She was a bird uncaged; free of the smokey tendrils and the sweeping gray rooftops and skies of London. 'So far away from home is this tiny bird...' She monologued in her mind.
The shadows of the trees only seemed to expand with her thoughts. Birds most commonly traveled in flocks, even the so-called "winged-rats" the headmistress dreaded to see in her path. One time Anxi had seen a lone dove perched on the windowsill just outside her window at the orphanage. It had an injured wing, and she had opened the window to examine it. 'The poor thing is hurt... Perhaps I should help it.' She had thought. But just as she had cupped her hands around the poor thing, the headmistress had entered, shrieking and bellowing for her to put the "diseased" thing down immediately and scrub her hands promptly.
"A bird with a broken wing cannot fly and will die."
Anxi didn't realize she had voiced the memory out loud. The wind whisked the dreamy haze of the memory away, leaving the small maid back in the confines and dappled sunlight for the Spica forest. She didn't really know where she was anymore. It was just like a little lone bird to lose it's way! Maybe that's why they traveled in flocks... Anxi felt a stab of anxiety begin to prove true to her strange name, but waved it off. There were many charming tales of people getting lost in forests and going on all sorts of adventures. Maybe she'd encounter a princess or a friendly creature or warrior or a beautiful queen. Of course there would be no option for a traditional prince, since this was an all-girl's school, not that Anxi desired to see a male prince on a tall-white horse anyways. Clutching her little satchel to her chest, she stood there in her frilled orange and white Victorian-styled dress - one of only two nice Sunday dresses the headmistress had purchased for her, to look "decent" - looking all about the forest and listening to the way the wind combed through the autumn leaves. What was a quite lost little bird to do now?
The shadows of the trees only seemed to expand with her thoughts. Birds most commonly traveled in flocks, even the so-called "winged-rats" the headmistress dreaded to see in her path. One time Anxi had seen a lone dove perched on the windowsill just outside her window at the orphanage. It had an injured wing, and she had opened the window to examine it. 'The poor thing is hurt... Perhaps I should help it.' She had thought. But just as she had cupped her hands around the poor thing, the headmistress had entered, shrieking and bellowing for her to put the "diseased" thing down immediately and scrub her hands promptly.
"A bird with a broken wing cannot fly and will die."
Anxi didn't realize she had voiced the memory out loud. The wind whisked the dreamy haze of the memory away, leaving the small maid back in the confines and dappled sunlight for the Spica forest. She didn't really know where she was anymore. It was just like a little lone bird to lose it's way! Maybe that's why they traveled in flocks... Anxi felt a stab of anxiety begin to prove true to her strange name, but waved it off. There were many charming tales of people getting lost in forests and going on all sorts of adventures. Maybe she'd encounter a princess or a friendly creature or warrior or a beautiful queen. Of course there would be no option for a traditional prince, since this was an all-girl's school, not that Anxi desired to see a male prince on a tall-white horse anyways. Clutching her little satchel to her chest, she stood there in her frilled orange and white Victorian-styled dress - one of only two nice Sunday dresses the headmistress had purchased for her, to look "decent" - looking all about the forest and listening to the way the wind combed through the autumn leaves. What was a quite lost little bird to do now?