Ensocarisia
14-02-2006, 11:29
Dusk was set. The wind whipped wildy around as she entered the door. Her long wispy brown hair almost caught in the door, she heaved it shut. The heavy doors loomed closed, and she turned around.This was not home. But it had to do. She walked in, feeling as if she should kneel and pray. But the ancient cathedral had no presece of God. Such beautiful tribute to the one true God,,she thought, yet they are too corrupt for Him to enter.The cathedral had no meaning to her anymore. She walked slowly past the high architecture, the tall pillars, brilliant sculptures, colorful stained glass. In the glass she caught her reflection. She was tall, thin, but had a powerful air about her. Her rough, brown riding cloak hid her simple, straight gown, with her thin dual blades hidden in their sheaths at her sides. A simple necklace hung loosely around her neck. She was beautiful, but not many men could see it. Her simplicity was what made her so radiant. She left quickly and climed the spiraling stone steps. She made her way to the belltower, Quasimotos legendary bedroom. Higher and higher, until she was at the highest point. She looked up at the sliver of shiny moon. There were no stars, just a cloudy expanse. The wind curled the folds of her dress and cloak, making them hug her sides. She closed her eyes, and started speaking in the ancient language. It was a mysterious tongue, a godly tounge. Even she did not know what she was saying. It was between her spirit, and Gods. This was home.