Post by anti on Mar 2, 2008 0:34:24 GMT -5
Ichiwa hated water. As the practitioner of an earth-related, fire born art, it was understandable. And also, there had been the incident years ago, but she preferred not to think about that.
Still, as she stared at the glossy, disrupted ocean surface, she found her mind slipping into dark places.
The surface was familiar. Just another mirror, another gate, but underneath was miles and miles of unknown territory. And drowning. The feeling of helplessness, heaviness, an inability to inhale…
“We’re at the island” came a deep, stoic voice. Ichiwa turned to her companion, who had spoken to her, and looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. Neither of them had slept much for the past two days. Covering her trail and using the mirror realm to escape hadn’t been easy.
“Yeah,” she said, her throat dry. He continued to gaze at her with large, blank eyes that couldn’t possibly see, and yet they saw everything.
“Where are we going to stay?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet.”
“You still have money?”
“Some. I prefer to save it for an emergency though. Why don’t you just…”
“Make some gold?” he said, as though the answer was tiresome. They began to walk across the rickety surface of the boat, and she held her stomach, seasick. He strode perfectly, though, swanlike in movement and appearance.
They stepped onto the dock, chattering people unloading around them, not paying attention to the two strange people standing there, a girl with dead eyes and intricate hair and a man who seemed to be constructed of porcelain or snow, something very white and delicate. The two walked quietly to the beach and stepped onto the powdery sand, neither of them bothering to marvel at the beautiful landscape of this island, with its black cliffs and white-stone buildings clinging perilously to the edges. He reached down, picked up a pebble, and clenched it within his hand, which seemed to glow for a moment. She watched him carefully as they continued on, off the beach and onto the stone steps that clambered up the sheer cliffs into the city above.
“We’ll find something.” He stated. A two villagers were gossiping. He caught a bit of what they were saying.
“Those attacks! How dreadful. Your husband is related to the…”
Dull humans, he thought, watching Ichiwa as she stared up into the sky, wondering when they’d part ways. Just because they were traveling together for now didn’t mean this was permanent. Besides. He was used to being lonely.
Still, as she stared at the glossy, disrupted ocean surface, she found her mind slipping into dark places.
The surface was familiar. Just another mirror, another gate, but underneath was miles and miles of unknown territory. And drowning. The feeling of helplessness, heaviness, an inability to inhale…
“We’re at the island” came a deep, stoic voice. Ichiwa turned to her companion, who had spoken to her, and looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. Neither of them had slept much for the past two days. Covering her trail and using the mirror realm to escape hadn’t been easy.
“Yeah,” she said, her throat dry. He continued to gaze at her with large, blank eyes that couldn’t possibly see, and yet they saw everything.
“Where are we going to stay?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet.”
“You still have money?”
“Some. I prefer to save it for an emergency though. Why don’t you just…”
“Make some gold?” he said, as though the answer was tiresome. They began to walk across the rickety surface of the boat, and she held her stomach, seasick. He strode perfectly, though, swanlike in movement and appearance.
They stepped onto the dock, chattering people unloading around them, not paying attention to the two strange people standing there, a girl with dead eyes and intricate hair and a man who seemed to be constructed of porcelain or snow, something very white and delicate. The two walked quietly to the beach and stepped onto the powdery sand, neither of them bothering to marvel at the beautiful landscape of this island, with its black cliffs and white-stone buildings clinging perilously to the edges. He reached down, picked up a pebble, and clenched it within his hand, which seemed to glow for a moment. She watched him carefully as they continued on, off the beach and onto the stone steps that clambered up the sheer cliffs into the city above.
“We’ll find something.” He stated. A two villagers were gossiping. He caught a bit of what they were saying.
“Those attacks! How dreadful. Your husband is related to the…”
Dull humans, he thought, watching Ichiwa as she stared up into the sky, wondering when they’d part ways. Just because they were traveling together for now didn’t mean this was permanent. Besides. He was used to being lonely.