09-04-2019, 04:17 PM
Melinoë
Time was odd in the mortal world. Each day the sun gave way to the moon, signifying another day gone – a steady rotation that gave evidence that time was more than a made-up concept. Back home, there had been no such events and each day melted into the next. Melinoë had slept when she grew weary and woke when she’d had her fill. Life had almost been lazy, allowing her to be able to fulfill her whims as they surfaced. Now she was left to wander and roam aimlessly. Forbidden from ever venturing into the land of the mortals, it was the smallest of things that surprised her.
Wind, as it blew through the trees, startled the dead silence of her mind, birds’ nests in the tree’s canopies held endless fascination for her, and the many different paths her feet could travel were overwhelming. Freed from the grips of the forest, Melinoë found herself in a lush meadow. Winter had browned the grass some, but there still seemed to be plenty to eat if one was willing to hunt for it. Not particularly requiring food to sustain her, she ignored the food source as she stopped a moment on the meadow’s edge. There was not much to be seen besides the occasional tree and hill-top rise to interrupt the dense flatness of it.
Not a creature belonging to the living, she exhaled sharply. There had been a few faces she’d met since her arrival. Her opinions on them were as apathetic as they could be. Naturally cold, she almost appeared as a product of the season. Perhaps that had been her father’s vision for her? Her mother would bring the spring while Melinoë carried the winter upon her shoulders. Not particularly caring to return to the underworld, she was not yet fond of the new land she’d been forced to adopt as her home. It was bright and the colors were almost painful to observe – still, her choices were limited. Soon she would be able to settle, she hoped, and soon she would find a meaning for her life once more.
"She Talks."
Peracles
@[Kensa]