(I am not much good at writing these days. I have not done any creative writing for about 2/3 years so i'm extremely rusty & this is my first attempt . I hope to get better and learn from folks here in general/who get involved in this thread )
A flight of morning breeze gently whisked through the lush wood and passed Tira’s face. Her eyes fluttered open, the sunlight piercing through the surrounding trees and the birds above in their nests tweeted their delightful melodies across the swaying tree tops.
She rubbed her tired eyes with the bottom of her wrists then took a deep breath, yawned and placed a hand on the root of the tree she had laid asleep next to the night before. Closing her eyes, she took a moment to appreciate the forest as though thanking it for her safe and sound sleep that night.
Tira then left the small campground area and made her way westward through the woods. On passing a walnut tree, she picked off a few chips of the bark and placed them in her satchel and continued on. Not too far away, the sounds of rushing waters crashing against rocks and eroded loose pebbles could be heard.
The glistening river stream was in all it’s glittering glory with the suns shimmer upon it. Tira rushed over to the river and placed her bow and satchel down before splashing the water to her face a few times.
She took a hairpin from a pocket and swept her hair bangs back out of her face then reached for the walnut chips from the satchel she had obtained earlier alongside a small pestle and mortar and some Galago mint. She began to crush the walnut and mint together then carefully cleaned her teeth with the mixture followed by rinsing her mouth with the rivers water.
Feeling freshened up and ready for another wondrous day; Tira decided to do what she had not done for a long while. Sing.
With ease, the little green haired lithe bodied archer climbed atop the thick branches of a nearby tree and found a way to seat herself comfortably with harp in hand and her leg hanging slightly off the branch she sat up on. The strings were plucked as she warmed up her natural melodious rhythm in sync with a gentle humming tune and she did that for a few minutes.
But nothing came.
Tira lowered her head and sighed deeply, shaking her head and let her plucking hand fall to the side of her almost lifeless looking. “Why does the cheer of harmony escape me so? It's been three moons...†She questioned herself with a most defeated expression. Her voice softened so not to disturb the wildlife around herself. “All that finds me is a symphony of sorrow. But I do not wish to feel it... or sing it.â€
Some would say being alone in the Twelveswood most of ones life time would cause one to appear to speak to themselves and become fairly removed from reality. But was Tira talking to herself or was someone else there? Or something else?
She placed her harp aside and contemplated in silence as she watched two opo-opos fight rather menacingly over some Mun-tuy beans on the ground. Their paws thrusting into the ground and on to each others paws and a number of strikes to the face. Tira winced as she watched the nature of them occur.
Her attention was then caught in another direction where a rabbit peaked out from a hollow, beaten log a few yalms away from the fighting opo-ops bopping his head appearing curious and cautious with a leaf of gysahl tucked into its tiny white paws and nibbled the whole thing up before swiftly returning back inside the hole.
She smiled to herself somewhat and lay back her head to face the clear blue skies but noticed a dark cloud to the east that appeared to head her way.
Nevertheless she shut her eyes and began to drift into her thoughts.
A flight of morning breeze gently whisked through the lush wood and passed Tira’s face. Her eyes fluttered open, the sunlight piercing through the surrounding trees and the birds above in their nests tweeted their delightful melodies across the swaying tree tops.
She rubbed her tired eyes with the bottom of her wrists then took a deep breath, yawned and placed a hand on the root of the tree she had laid asleep next to the night before. Closing her eyes, she took a moment to appreciate the forest as though thanking it for her safe and sound sleep that night.
Tira then left the small campground area and made her way westward through the woods. On passing a walnut tree, she picked off a few chips of the bark and placed them in her satchel and continued on. Not too far away, the sounds of rushing waters crashing against rocks and eroded loose pebbles could be heard.
The glistening river stream was in all it’s glittering glory with the suns shimmer upon it. Tira rushed over to the river and placed her bow and satchel down before splashing the water to her face a few times.
She took a hairpin from a pocket and swept her hair bangs back out of her face then reached for the walnut chips from the satchel she had obtained earlier alongside a small pestle and mortar and some Galago mint. She began to crush the walnut and mint together then carefully cleaned her teeth with the mixture followed by rinsing her mouth with the rivers water.
Feeling freshened up and ready for another wondrous day; Tira decided to do what she had not done for a long while. Sing.
With ease, the little green haired lithe bodied archer climbed atop the thick branches of a nearby tree and found a way to seat herself comfortably with harp in hand and her leg hanging slightly off the branch she sat up on. The strings were plucked as she warmed up her natural melodious rhythm in sync with a gentle humming tune and she did that for a few minutes.
But nothing came.
Tira lowered her head and sighed deeply, shaking her head and let her plucking hand fall to the side of her almost lifeless looking. “Why does the cheer of harmony escape me so? It's been three moons...†She questioned herself with a most defeated expression. Her voice softened so not to disturb the wildlife around herself. “All that finds me is a symphony of sorrow. But I do not wish to feel it... or sing it.â€
Some would say being alone in the Twelveswood most of ones life time would cause one to appear to speak to themselves and become fairly removed from reality. But was Tira talking to herself or was someone else there? Or something else?
She placed her harp aside and contemplated in silence as she watched two opo-opos fight rather menacingly over some Mun-tuy beans on the ground. Their paws thrusting into the ground and on to each others paws and a number of strikes to the face. Tira winced as she watched the nature of them occur.
Her attention was then caught in another direction where a rabbit peaked out from a hollow, beaten log a few yalms away from the fighting opo-ops bopping his head appearing curious and cautious with a leaf of gysahl tucked into its tiny white paws and nibbled the whole thing up before swiftly returning back inside the hole.
She smiled to herself somewhat and lay back her head to face the clear blue skies but noticed a dark cloud to the east that appeared to head her way.
Nevertheless she shut her eyes and began to drift into her thoughts.