Janus Jock Weathercock
Posts : 2
Join date : 2016-03-03
Age : 784
Location : Hermitage Castle, Scottish Lowlands
 |  Subject: It is a beauteous evening, calm and free (Crielle & Janus)  Sun Mar 06, 2016 4:52 pm | |
| Janus was wandering at the edge of the forest, near the cliff, in a light that was beginning to dim, quietening the day life, but giving new sounds for him to hear. There was nothing particular in the atmosphere, not more than any other evening in the middle of winter.
'It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,' He started to recite, and that only was enough for him to believe it : it gave something particular to the atmosphere which now was full of echoes, images that Janus called to his mind to transform the world - or his view on the world, but that was the same. His voice clear and loud, he continued : 'The holy time is quiet as a Nun, Breathless with adoration; the broad sun, Is sinking down in its tranquility'
As Janus walked out of the forest itself, coming over the cliff, his high brown boots made of a polished leather glimmered a last time before the sun was fully set.
'The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea; Listen!' He listened. 'The mighty Being is awake'.
As promised, the night brought with it a cold wind that made the sea grow, and growl, until waves started to clatter against the rocks under Janus. He smiled, pleased to see the world obeying Poetry.
The tide was lowering, and when it would be away, he'd be able to walk to the small beach that would reveal itself, and pick the poisonous algae he had heard about... |
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Crielle ferch Fnwy
Posts : 2
Join date : 2016-02-25
Location : The An-Fnwy estate
| | Subject: Re: It is a beauteous evening, calm and free (Crielle & Janus) Mon Mar 07, 2016 11:09 am | |
| Crielle had gone out with her basket in her arm when the first signs of the moon were shown through the curtains of her room, eager to pick her most awaited Night Gladiolus by the cliff. She had heard that parts of this plant are poisonous and can cause skin irritations and allergic reactions. The Angel's Trumpet, which she had picked up on her way to the said cliff, possesses narcotic and hallucinogenic properties that can be fatal. Both perfect for her projects.
For now.
She was giddy when she found out of these two at a library somewhere. (Don't ask how she got there, she just did because she was... well, observing the surroundings of her house and the edge of the forest, where for some reason, a library stood.) I wonder how the recipient would take the poison! Oh, it would be a wonderful sight! She thought with malice clear on her face.
Nearing the cliff, she heard a male voice reciting something. A piece of poetry perhaps? But I wonder what. She projected her glamour around herself so that he wouldn't feel she was there and started picking on the flowers she came here for, thinking about the plants she could possibly get in this world. And as much as she hates the inhabitants in it, she can't possibly hate their nature, which had proven itself to be helpful to her.
She almost has her shelves full of her works.
And well, she just never minded the male over there. He can do whatever he wants as long as he won't disturb her. |
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