Post by Eillewen Nilora on Nov 21, 2006 16:44:29 GMT -5
Eille sat cross-legged beside the fountain. Grey clouds thickened overhead, and the first few drops began to fall. Nymphs hurried backwards and forwards, determined to get inside before the downpour, which threatened them with rumbles from the heavens.
An open book lay in her lap, although she had long ago lost interest and was now amusing herself by weaving rouge strands of hair into small plaits. Drops of rain began to fall around her, slowly at first but gradually heavier. A few water nymphs walked past at a leisurely pace, using their magic to create invisible barriers above their heads so that the rain splashed against a transparent wall, and dripped harmlessly to the ground without touching them. Eille closed the book as the ink began to run and blur, and hoped that its leather bound cover would protect it. The rain began to fall thick and fast, and she debated whether to leave and make her way home- or at least to a drier spot. This idea was soon dismissed, as she was soaked through already.
She sat back, deep in thought and listened to the sound of raindrops falling into the fountain and creating a chorus of small 'plopping' noises. She tucked a loose wet strand of hair behind her ears, and looking up to the sky, rubbed the drips of water from off of her nose. The rain would pass.
An open book lay in her lap, although she had long ago lost interest and was now amusing herself by weaving rouge strands of hair into small plaits. Drops of rain began to fall around her, slowly at first but gradually heavier. A few water nymphs walked past at a leisurely pace, using their magic to create invisible barriers above their heads so that the rain splashed against a transparent wall, and dripped harmlessly to the ground without touching them. Eille closed the book as the ink began to run and blur, and hoped that its leather bound cover would protect it. The rain began to fall thick and fast, and she debated whether to leave and make her way home- or at least to a drier spot. This idea was soon dismissed, as she was soaked through already.
She sat back, deep in thought and listened to the sound of raindrops falling into the fountain and creating a chorus of small 'plopping' noises. She tucked a loose wet strand of hair behind her ears, and looking up to the sky, rubbed the drips of water from off of her nose. The rain would pass.
