Van
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Post by Van on Apr 22, 2013 23:27:02 GMT -8
Last night you dreamed you were on a riverbank in some foreign land, and soft flakes of snow were lightly falling from the night sky. Not far off through the reeds you saw an old man slowly rowing a boat down the stream toward you. He met your eyes as he passed with a calmly questioning look and he offered to stop the boat for you.
- I climbed into the little boat.
- I remain on the shore.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 24, 2013 22:13:31 GMT -8
Delilah blinked and found herself standing at the edge of a river. Snow drifted around her head like flakes of starlight, drifting down in tragic silence from the dark sky above. Black strands of hair shifted over her pale gaze, and instinctively raised her right hand to brush them aside; in her left, she carried her katana.
The white kimono was blood spattered and torn at the edges, dragging in the muddy bank of the river. In the silence that encompassed her, she could hear the tinkling of ice crystals as they collided mid-air in a gentle breeze that pushed her errant black hair back across her bright blue eyes. The water languidly brushed the shore with wet finger tips caressing the reeds and soil with moisture before retreating coyly, teasing. They sighed as the water came and went.
Through the broken rhythm of the world that surrounded her, the dips of the helmsman's oar dipping into the water jarred the enclosed quiet and drew her attention. Her gaze met his unfalteringly with calm presence. He offered to stop for her and looked around; she had nowhere else to go.
Where IS here, again?
The thought was quickly forgotten as the woman stepped through the reeds and into the water, soaking the hem of her already ruined kimono. She climbed gracefully into the boat and sat herself in the bow, sitting sideways; one eye on him and one eye on the water ahead.[/i]
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Van
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Post by Van on Apr 24, 2013 22:18:59 GMT -8
The old man nodded to you curtly as you boarded his small boat, and began rowing along again. After awhile it seemed his arms were growing tired, and it took more effort for him to steer the boat.
- I took one of the oars and helped the old man row.
- I let the old man keep rowing and enjoyed the snow-draped scenery.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 24, 2013 22:35:03 GMT -8
For a time, the raven haired woman sat in silence as the man rowed the small boat up the small river, enjoying the melancholic scenery that cleared her busy mind as a snap of cold air clears the lungs.
Soon, however, she noticed that the man was struggling to both steer and power the boat through the water. She regarded him with a look that was both scrutinous and calmly watchful for a long moment before leaning into the belly of the boat to lift the spare oar from the bottom. Sitting in the bow as she was, it was she who would be powering the boat and him steering; facing more forward now, she began dipping the oar into the water along each side of the boat pushing them along, silk slipping from her scarred forearms to collect at her bent elbows.
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Van
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Post by Van on Apr 24, 2013 22:38:58 GMT -8
The old man glanced back at you thankfully, and the two of you carried on down the river for some time in silence before the dream faded and you woke.
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