08-03-2018, 07:22 PM
ASPIRING FIRES !
nui harime — female — snowbound — eaglehunter — hard physicality
snow
[668 word count]
Snow was a curious thing. Powdery white. Soft, just like her shallow, cheery outward demeanor.
She has stepped in it before; played in it, when she was young and not yet completely molded into the tool she was yet to be.
She saw snow when she wandered her way uphill towards snowbound’s territory. Everywhere. Blanketing the ground and white.
Snow, drifting lazily from the heavens and flecking her belt. It was lovely. Simple in all of it’s beauty. Even while she had seen it within the city of her origin, it had been rare and a thing of circumstance. Snow had always been a wonder. It reminded her of red noses and necks tucked cozily into scarves. Of warm coffee and mittens and sitting inside as the hearth crackled heartily. Of snowmen and snowballs. Though it had snowed before in the city, snow had been rare.
Now, it seemed as if there was never ending snow.
The frosty chill seeped into her veins. Gave her a comforting shiver. Seeped into her bones like frigid winter and stayed there. It made her feel something.
--
Warm smoke lazily drifted from her cup of hot cocoa, curling in front of her snout. Nui stared out her dustied, ancient window out into the graced world. Fresh, snow-laden fields painted beautiful scenery of rolling white hills.
She huffed, pressing the tip of her maw to the coldness of the glass window and sat there, letting the calm sink in.
--
Nui emerged from her cabin, pink scarf wrapped around her neck. She breathed in the fresh air deeply, savoring it’s taste. She wasn’t unfamiliar with appreciating the scenery around her. Feeling free and more lighthearted than she had in months, Nui lifted herself upon eager feet and flung herself into the snow.
It was childish, yet she did not care. She was always childish at heart, at nature. She let herself enjoy this. Let herself roll within snowbound’s powdery grounds.
But for all Nui’s outwardly light demeanor, there were few things she actually, truly enjoyed.
A whisper of a thrill sent lacing through her body. It was so funny how she could get a rush from the slightest things.
It’s been a while since she’s ever allowed herself to feel soft in this way.
Twisting to her feet, she rubbed her paws together, bunching snow beneath her and rolling it into a ball. That would be the base of her little snowman, she had decided, as she rolled and rolled until it gathered mass. Breathing life into a new creation, as trivial as it may be.
Next was the abdomen. She remembered this from her younger days; though she had never created a snowman herself before. She only knew of this experience from watching others create their own. From TV screens and movies filled with laughter and light-hearted adventure. Those moments were only the ones that existed in fantasy, Nui once thought. Framed on big screens and cozy little television sets. And then Nui realized that she could have that too.
Sliding the sphere of frost and white onto the base, Nui stepped back to admire her work. There were lumps where imperfections remained, but that was fine. Nothing was exactly perfect on the first try. Especially snow. So shapeable and malleable, ready to be molded by her careful touch.
She added a head. Smoothed it’s top into little lopsided triangles that would serve as ears. And then she remembered distinctly that snowmen had details. Eyes. Nose. Mouth. The girl pondered on this for a moment, before disappearing into her cabin.
When she once more stepped out into the glacial air, a scarf was tossed over her back and buttons were pinned between her teeth.
Every good work needed detail. Without that, a work of art was incomplete. Unfulfilled.
But when Nui wrapped that scarf around it’s neck and replaced that empty canvas of a face with ebony little buttons that gleamed like a shined stone,
it didn’t look so unfinished anymore.
[668 word count]
Snow was a curious thing. Powdery white. Soft, just like her shallow, cheery outward demeanor.
She has stepped in it before; played in it, when she was young and not yet completely molded into the tool she was yet to be.
She saw snow when she wandered her way uphill towards snowbound’s territory. Everywhere. Blanketing the ground and white.
Snow, drifting lazily from the heavens and flecking her belt. It was lovely. Simple in all of it’s beauty. Even while she had seen it within the city of her origin, it had been rare and a thing of circumstance. Snow had always been a wonder. It reminded her of red noses and necks tucked cozily into scarves. Of warm coffee and mittens and sitting inside as the hearth crackled heartily. Of snowmen and snowballs. Though it had snowed before in the city, snow had been rare.
Now, it seemed as if there was never ending snow.
The frosty chill seeped into her veins. Gave her a comforting shiver. Seeped into her bones like frigid winter and stayed there. It made her feel something.
--
Warm smoke lazily drifted from her cup of hot cocoa, curling in front of her snout. Nui stared out her dustied, ancient window out into the graced world. Fresh, snow-laden fields painted beautiful scenery of rolling white hills.
She huffed, pressing the tip of her maw to the coldness of the glass window and sat there, letting the calm sink in.
--
Nui emerged from her cabin, pink scarf wrapped around her neck. She breathed in the fresh air deeply, savoring it’s taste. She wasn’t unfamiliar with appreciating the scenery around her. Feeling free and more lighthearted than she had in months, Nui lifted herself upon eager feet and flung herself into the snow.
It was childish, yet she did not care. She was always childish at heart, at nature. She let herself enjoy this. Let herself roll within snowbound’s powdery grounds.
But for all Nui’s outwardly light demeanor, there were few things she actually, truly enjoyed.
A whisper of a thrill sent lacing through her body. It was so funny how she could get a rush from the slightest things.
It’s been a while since she’s ever allowed herself to feel soft in this way.
Twisting to her feet, she rubbed her paws together, bunching snow beneath her and rolling it into a ball. That would be the base of her little snowman, she had decided, as she rolled and rolled until it gathered mass. Breathing life into a new creation, as trivial as it may be.
Next was the abdomen. She remembered this from her younger days; though she had never created a snowman herself before. She only knew of this experience from watching others create their own. From TV screens and movies filled with laughter and light-hearted adventure. Those moments were only the ones that existed in fantasy, Nui once thought. Framed on big screens and cozy little television sets. And then Nui realized that she could have that too.
Sliding the sphere of frost and white onto the base, Nui stepped back to admire her work. There were lumps where imperfections remained, but that was fine. Nothing was exactly perfect on the first try. Especially snow. So shapeable and malleable, ready to be molded by her careful touch.
She added a head. Smoothed it’s top into little lopsided triangles that would serve as ears. And then she remembered distinctly that snowmen had details. Eyes. Nose. Mouth. The girl pondered on this for a moment, before disappearing into her cabin.
When she once more stepped out into the glacial air, a scarf was tossed over her back and buttons were pinned between her teeth.
Every good work needed detail. Without that, a work of art was incomplete. Unfulfilled.
But when Nui wrapped that scarf around it’s neck and replaced that empty canvas of a face with ebony little buttons that gleamed like a shined stone,
it didn’t look so unfinished anymore.