Post by ashita hayashi on Nov 2, 2009 20:22:55 GMT -8
ashita, worn out from the long day, had sat in a tree to try for sleep. however her mind had other thoughts for her this night...
[shadow=white,left,300]her mother and her father sitting on the rug of a hunters house, were they alive? perhaps not... then the hunter's face itself is shown, weary whith age. he had seen many things, and been through more. outside the window is a grave stone, loving daughter was carved in the face. there was a scent of whisky... it was from the hunter. "i didn't mean to...." he mumbled[/shadow]
she blinked once, twice. "i hadn't fallen asleep... perhaps, a vision?" she said to the air. it seemed to whisper a response, but she could not hear it
[shadow=white,left,300]her mother and her father sitting on the rug of a hunters house, were they alive? perhaps not... then the hunter's face itself is shown, weary whith age. he had seen many things, and been through more. outside the window is a grave stone, loving daughter was carved in the face. there was a scent of whisky... it was from the hunter. "i didn't mean to...." he mumbled[/shadow]
she blinked once, twice. "i hadn't fallen asleep... perhaps, a vision?" she said to the air. it seemed to whisper a response, but she could not hear it