Post by Adhara Naunet on Dec 29, 2005 16:13:40 GMT
Starlight bathed the grounds in a crystalline glow, illuminating surrounding details that the silver path blazed by the moon neglected to clarify. Both the moon and the stars drenched a tall figure in their silvery light, which splashed down over the folds and creases of the thick cloak obscuring its original color. The garment's hood was up, covering any of the usual recognizable features.
The only hint of the person's identity was the smooth curves of a single curl, visible in the glow from the moon. Carrying nothing, with its hands lost within the deep pockets of the robe, the figure quietly made its way up the path. Its footsteps crunched quietly on the light layer of snow that had fallen earlier in the evening, but they were neither hurried nor slow and full of dread.
However, if one looked closesly, it might be noticed that the tilt of the figure's head looked pensive and quite familiar if they were able to put two and two together. Once within sight of the great double doors, the figure stopped and tipped its head further back, as if trying to peer into the turrets of the castle.
Apparently the person had found what they had been looking for, since the upward curve of lips was briefly visible in the moonlight before the head was brought back forward. The figure reached the wide, grey stone stairs and proceeded up them with a bit more hastily than before.
After a few seconds, one half of the imposing double doors had been thrown open and the woman strode in, shaking her head slightly as she removed her cloak as if she was trying to shake off moonshine. Green eyes scanned the Entrance Hall full of touching familiarity, and the brief smile glimpsed before returned to a more permanent version.
The cloak was bundled up and disappeared into one of many pockets hidden within the depths of the emerald hued robe she wore. Finally, the woman dropped her hood and freed a bundle of curls that cascaded down her back in mahogany waves.
It was good to be home.
However, this wasn't home, exactly, any more. As jade eyes took in the few students wandering the hall, none looked familiar to the woman. Had it really been that long? She didn't believe so, but usually her concept of time was skewed anyway.
Perhaps it would be better like that, with an entirely fresh batch of faces. Yes, Magical Horizons was still just the same as before--the same smells, the same warmth, the same cheerful bustle of students--but they weren't the same students. This would take some getting used to but it was a far cry better than where she'd been before.
The only hint of the person's identity was the smooth curves of a single curl, visible in the glow from the moon. Carrying nothing, with its hands lost within the deep pockets of the robe, the figure quietly made its way up the path. Its footsteps crunched quietly on the light layer of snow that had fallen earlier in the evening, but they were neither hurried nor slow and full of dread.
However, if one looked closesly, it might be noticed that the tilt of the figure's head looked pensive and quite familiar if they were able to put two and two together. Once within sight of the great double doors, the figure stopped and tipped its head further back, as if trying to peer into the turrets of the castle.
Apparently the person had found what they had been looking for, since the upward curve of lips was briefly visible in the moonlight before the head was brought back forward. The figure reached the wide, grey stone stairs and proceeded up them with a bit more hastily than before.
After a few seconds, one half of the imposing double doors had been thrown open and the woman strode in, shaking her head slightly as she removed her cloak as if she was trying to shake off moonshine. Green eyes scanned the Entrance Hall full of touching familiarity, and the brief smile glimpsed before returned to a more permanent version.
The cloak was bundled up and disappeared into one of many pockets hidden within the depths of the emerald hued robe she wore. Finally, the woman dropped her hood and freed a bundle of curls that cascaded down her back in mahogany waves.
It was good to be home.
However, this wasn't home, exactly, any more. As jade eyes took in the few students wandering the hall, none looked familiar to the woman. Had it really been that long? She didn't believe so, but usually her concept of time was skewed anyway.
Perhaps it would be better like that, with an entirely fresh batch of faces. Yes, Magical Horizons was still just the same as before--the same smells, the same warmth, the same cheerful bustle of students--but they weren't the same students. This would take some getting used to but it was a far cry better than where she'd been before.