Post by signy on Dec 17, 2015 1:31:36 GMT
“Good King Wenceslas went out, on the feast of Stephen...
When the snow lay roundabout, deep and crisp and even~
The faint choir’s voice, so joyous and pure, reverberated weakly across the snow-covered land of Siberia. Here in an off-beaten path that snaked its way across the hills, walled by barren branches stooping down by the weight of the snow, the song sounded ethereal. An almost magical description, fitting to the white landscape so presented. Under the moonlight the protected area seemed to shift lightly, awake. A small church on the furthermost periphery of the compound had somehow managed to bring the joy of Yuletide to the Chaldea compound. But it only swayed lightly with the breezing snow, like an Ice Queen that refused to show that she was enjoying the present.
Someone, too, was walking in the roundabout snow. Although they were by no means a Good King.
“Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel~”
Their figure half-hidden by the shadow of the trees, Signy glided silently along the snow-covered path. Even with the moonlight shining so bright their figure seemed to shrink away from it, as if forever clouded in the shadows. Yet the light that did pierce the thick branches revealed their form still: their small frame covered in a light cloak, their runic staff, their short hair that still shone beautifully; and most of all, the bright, intelligent eyes: ever-vigilantly scanning their surroundings for possible dangers and chances.
Like their eyes, the owner also never rest in their ever-present web of plans.
Signy had just paid a visit to one of Chaldea’s most remote outpost. Situated far from the main compound itself, they had at first thought that it would be of the most dreadful place for the officers to be placed at. What they found, however, was an exact opposite. The outpost was situated rather close to a small town, and so it became one of the most favorite place for rotation. People there were merry, light-hearted, and absolutely love to drink with a stranger. Which, of course, made, Signy’s job that much easier. They had planted yet another eyes and ears on the place, but they had to be careful. Without their skill at Item Construction they risk running out of the precious substance…
Signy huffed and lifted their head up. The bright moon peeked at them shyly behind the branches. Warm…Inviting…. At solemn nights like this they sometimes found it difficult to plan and wanted only to enjoy life at the moment. Which was precisely why they had decided to walk back to Chaldea instead of taking the usual Air Lift.
And the pale glow of the moon inadvertently reminded them of someone… She used to have a faint glow exactly like that moon…
When the snow lay roundabout, deep and crisp and even~
The faint choir’s voice, so joyous and pure, reverberated weakly across the snow-covered land of Siberia. Here in an off-beaten path that snaked its way across the hills, walled by barren branches stooping down by the weight of the snow, the song sounded ethereal. An almost magical description, fitting to the white landscape so presented. Under the moonlight the protected area seemed to shift lightly, awake. A small church on the furthermost periphery of the compound had somehow managed to bring the joy of Yuletide to the Chaldea compound. But it only swayed lightly with the breezing snow, like an Ice Queen that refused to show that she was enjoying the present.
Someone, too, was walking in the roundabout snow. Although they were by no means a Good King.
“Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel~”
Their figure half-hidden by the shadow of the trees, Signy glided silently along the snow-covered path. Even with the moonlight shining so bright their figure seemed to shrink away from it, as if forever clouded in the shadows. Yet the light that did pierce the thick branches revealed their form still: their small frame covered in a light cloak, their runic staff, their short hair that still shone beautifully; and most of all, the bright, intelligent eyes: ever-vigilantly scanning their surroundings for possible dangers and chances.
Like their eyes, the owner also never rest in their ever-present web of plans.
Signy had just paid a visit to one of Chaldea’s most remote outpost. Situated far from the main compound itself, they had at first thought that it would be of the most dreadful place for the officers to be placed at. What they found, however, was an exact opposite. The outpost was situated rather close to a small town, and so it became one of the most favorite place for rotation. People there were merry, light-hearted, and absolutely love to drink with a stranger. Which, of course, made, Signy’s job that much easier. They had planted yet another eyes and ears on the place, but they had to be careful. Without their skill at Item Construction they risk running out of the precious substance…
Signy huffed and lifted their head up. The bright moon peeked at them shyly behind the branches. Warm…Inviting…. At solemn nights like this they sometimes found it difficult to plan and wanted only to enjoy life at the moment. Which was precisely why they had decided to walk back to Chaldea instead of taking the usual Air Lift.
And the pale glow of the moon inadvertently reminded them of someone… She used to have a faint glow exactly like that moon…
