Post by assira on Jun 16, 2011 15:27:12 GMT -8
Verdain
words: 427
She left the forest, a terrain so favored among her family, to exercise the limits of her talent. A cave full of rocks seemed befitting. It gave her plenty of toys to practice on. She’d wrapped her pale russet curves in the cave’s shadows and began the work. Discipline was a necessity when working with the materials of earthen make. Rocks were naturally resistant to change. Their unwillingness to endure change meant more power was needed to break apart fragments. The structures had formed over thousands of years and so many life cycles as they stood guard in the same spot for eternity. Now Verdain asked their molecules to separate. What had taken so very long to gather was broken apart into so much dust at the lovely girl’s whim. She could feel the pulse of the earth beneath her claws, the veins of energy invisible to those without her talent. As she dug farther and farther into the element, it began to influence her. Its never changing insistence beat upon her will with the force of a sledgehammer. Still her energy dove deeper into the ground, diving like a great leviathan returning to the depths of the sea. She reached a depth no machine had ever reached.
Her gift was to form or dissolve rocks. Yet it cost much less energy and concentration to pull a rock out of the earth’s flesh rather than forming one from dust particles. This day she called agate to rise from the surface, forming a small mound of the rock at her feet. As her power dragged the fixture to the outer crust of land, she herself felt claustrophobic. As her mind delved deep into the soil, she found herself craving a need to find air. It was an impulse due to the manner she called forth the energy. A wise wolf had once informed the exasperated lady that it was the mental image of digging deep into the earth that Verdain used to search the topography in the vicinity that brought on the panic, the urge to breathe great gulps of air upon returning. Instead of becoming the very dirt she explored she acted as an intruder to the earth’s core, an intruder that needed oxygen. She had long ago learned there was none beneath the ground. It was with chest heaving that she was jolted back into her own mind. Her breast pounded as if she’d recently ran miles. Verdain took in a few shaky breaths before repeating the painful process again.
words: 427
She left the forest, a terrain so favored among her family, to exercise the limits of her talent. A cave full of rocks seemed befitting. It gave her plenty of toys to practice on. She’d wrapped her pale russet curves in the cave’s shadows and began the work. Discipline was a necessity when working with the materials of earthen make. Rocks were naturally resistant to change. Their unwillingness to endure change meant more power was needed to break apart fragments. The structures had formed over thousands of years and so many life cycles as they stood guard in the same spot for eternity. Now Verdain asked their molecules to separate. What had taken so very long to gather was broken apart into so much dust at the lovely girl’s whim. She could feel the pulse of the earth beneath her claws, the veins of energy invisible to those without her talent. As she dug farther and farther into the element, it began to influence her. Its never changing insistence beat upon her will with the force of a sledgehammer. Still her energy dove deeper into the ground, diving like a great leviathan returning to the depths of the sea. She reached a depth no machine had ever reached.
Her gift was to form or dissolve rocks. Yet it cost much less energy and concentration to pull a rock out of the earth’s flesh rather than forming one from dust particles. This day she called agate to rise from the surface, forming a small mound of the rock at her feet. As her power dragged the fixture to the outer crust of land, she herself felt claustrophobic. As her mind delved deep into the soil, she found herself craving a need to find air. It was an impulse due to the manner she called forth the energy. A wise wolf had once informed the exasperated lady that it was the mental image of digging deep into the earth that Verdain used to search the topography in the vicinity that brought on the panic, the urge to breathe great gulps of air upon returning. Instead of becoming the very dirt she explored she acted as an intruder to the earth’s core, an intruder that needed oxygen. She had long ago learned there was none beneath the ground. It was with chest heaving that she was jolted back into her own mind. Her breast pounded as if she’d recently ran miles. Verdain took in a few shaky breaths before repeating the painful process again.
