The rustle of leaves
Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 1:53 am
[[closed rp]]
Nothing but cool ashes remained of the fire, as the first rays of sunlight hit the treetops. The man was sitting next to the remains of the fire, just as he had been there the whole night. He had stayed there on the excuse of guarding the fire and her sleep, though he was well aware that neither would have been necessary. It was her forest and in there she more safe in her sleep, than he ever was while awake. As strange as it was for him to admit it, he just needed to excuse himself his need and wish to stay a little longer with her. He glanced at the woman who was still sleeping.. not too far away.
She had showed him her forest. She had made him to enjoy the feeling of talking to someone for the first time in a long while, though.. he still was not a man of many words. Nevertheless, now it would be time for him to go into his own forest. Back to his moss-covered slopes, his singing birds, his rocks, clearings, fresh creeks and mighty trees. He looked down at the ash and took a branch from the ground. He hesitated for a moment, before pressing the edge of the branch on the soft ash. With a few short strokes he drew "Good morning ~ Saidor" on the ashes, and placed a small cloth package.. containing some dry meat and fruits on the ground next to the writing. He wasn't worried that the wind would wipe the writing away before she would wake up.. on the contrary, he was nervous of the thought that it wouldn't. Slowly he climbed back on his feet and lifted the bag on his shoulders. He made one final glance at the sleeping woman, before walking away as carefully as he could.. hoping not to wake the her.
As he walked further and further away from the fireplace with only the quiet rustle of leaves acompanying his steps, an strange feeling overcame him. It seemed like the treetops behind were waving at him, as they gently swayed from side to side in the wind. Maybe her forest said goodbye to him in the only way it could. With these thoughts on his mind, Saidor tugged the brim of his hood to cover his face as the edge of the forest was coming closer and closer..
He hoped, that he could hear the quiet sound of her footsteps again soon.
Nothing but cool ashes remained of the fire, as the first rays of sunlight hit the treetops. The man was sitting next to the remains of the fire, just as he had been there the whole night. He had stayed there on the excuse of guarding the fire and her sleep, though he was well aware that neither would have been necessary. It was her forest and in there she more safe in her sleep, than he ever was while awake. As strange as it was for him to admit it, he just needed to excuse himself his need and wish to stay a little longer with her. He glanced at the woman who was still sleeping.. not too far away.
She had showed him her forest. She had made him to enjoy the feeling of talking to someone for the first time in a long while, though.. he still was not a man of many words. Nevertheless, now it would be time for him to go into his own forest. Back to his moss-covered slopes, his singing birds, his rocks, clearings, fresh creeks and mighty trees. He looked down at the ash and took a branch from the ground. He hesitated for a moment, before pressing the edge of the branch on the soft ash. With a few short strokes he drew "Good morning ~ Saidor" on the ashes, and placed a small cloth package.. containing some dry meat and fruits on the ground next to the writing. He wasn't worried that the wind would wipe the writing away before she would wake up.. on the contrary, he was nervous of the thought that it wouldn't. Slowly he climbed back on his feet and lifted the bag on his shoulders. He made one final glance at the sleeping woman, before walking away as carefully as he could.. hoping not to wake the her.
As he walked further and further away from the fireplace with only the quiet rustle of leaves acompanying his steps, an strange feeling overcame him. It seemed like the treetops behind were waving at him, as they gently swayed from side to side in the wind. Maybe her forest said goodbye to him in the only way it could. With these thoughts on his mind, Saidor tugged the brim of his hood to cover his face as the edge of the forest was coming closer and closer..
He hoped, that he could hear the quiet sound of her footsteps again soon.