Post by miracle on May 11, 2008 2:15:47 GMT
The sun had barely peaked about the horizon by the time Miracle got within site of the town. The air was cool, crisp, just cool enough to make you whine for a jacket, yet warm enough for the birds to still sing. The blades of grass that crunched under foot, for she refused to walk on the road, were fragile from the morning dew yet had enough life remaining within them to spring back up after each step from small bare feet. Why would anyone want to walk between cities instead of drive like a normal person? Silly question considering who the subject was. If you were to ask her, she would tell you she definitely wasn't normal.
No, Miracle had her secrets, but who didn't? Every person in the world has something they hide from the world, why would she be any different? Because the secret she held away was one not many could hide. Or it may be one they would purposely choose to shout to the heavens about. Yes, she was definitely different than most, and yet, she still fit within particular categories, stereotypes that could haunt a person regardless of what they wanted in life. If anyone were to know who she really was, then she would get attention that she rather not have. Which brings us back to her walking alongside the road once more...
Her feet were bare for she held her sandals in one hand, having decided a mile back to enjoy her surroundings the way they were meant to be. They were roman styled with black lacing that tied just below her knee, had she worn them. Something about the landscape made her skip a little, twirling around so that her beige peasant skirt swirled around her. To top it all off, she wore a sleeveless black vest held together by four round buttons that shimmered in the early morning light. Her hair was let down, falling down her shoulders in dark rivers, helping her eyes stand out on her face. It was obvious that she was beautiful, from her flawless skin to her slim yet strong body. But to Miracle, beauty is only skin deep.
She stilled her steps as she reached the outskirts of Sanglignée. Her eyes roamed the town that spread out before her, starting to team with life. Smiling softly, she lowered herself to the grass and started pulling her sandals back on, criss-crossing the strings up her legs and tying them just below the knee. It took her another moment of breathing in the fresh air before she stood once more and made her way into the village. Miracle had to admit, this place was gorgeous. It was like a little known secret and she couldn't wait to find out all that she could about this place. As she walked the streets, she found herself picturing herself here, imagining that she could actually live there for possibly the rest of her life.
If she had known the history of the place, the going-ons and the controversies starting to arise, then possibly she would have just gone back home and accepted her role in life. But as she made her way towards a nearby cafe, her stomach talking to her for food, she remained blissfully unaware. For now.
No, Miracle had her secrets, but who didn't? Every person in the world has something they hide from the world, why would she be any different? Because the secret she held away was one not many could hide. Or it may be one they would purposely choose to shout to the heavens about. Yes, she was definitely different than most, and yet, she still fit within particular categories, stereotypes that could haunt a person regardless of what they wanted in life. If anyone were to know who she really was, then she would get attention that she rather not have. Which brings us back to her walking alongside the road once more...
Her feet were bare for she held her sandals in one hand, having decided a mile back to enjoy her surroundings the way they were meant to be. They were roman styled with black lacing that tied just below her knee, had she worn them. Something about the landscape made her skip a little, twirling around so that her beige peasant skirt swirled around her. To top it all off, she wore a sleeveless black vest held together by four round buttons that shimmered in the early morning light. Her hair was let down, falling down her shoulders in dark rivers, helping her eyes stand out on her face. It was obvious that she was beautiful, from her flawless skin to her slim yet strong body. But to Miracle, beauty is only skin deep.
She stilled her steps as she reached the outskirts of Sanglignée. Her eyes roamed the town that spread out before her, starting to team with life. Smiling softly, she lowered herself to the grass and started pulling her sandals back on, criss-crossing the strings up her legs and tying them just below the knee. It took her another moment of breathing in the fresh air before she stood once more and made her way into the village. Miracle had to admit, this place was gorgeous. It was like a little known secret and she couldn't wait to find out all that she could about this place. As she walked the streets, she found herself picturing herself here, imagining that she could actually live there for possibly the rest of her life.
If she had known the history of the place, the going-ons and the controversies starting to arise, then possibly she would have just gone back home and accepted her role in life. But as she made her way towards a nearby cafe, her stomach talking to her for food, she remained blissfully unaware. For now.