Post by Tenten on Jun 4, 2007 1:24:34 GMT -5
Asa clasped the book that held white pages in his hands. Breathing in the scent of the night air, he dreamed of what he was going to create. He softly smiled at the beauty of the images that hung in his mind. He let his feet dangle off the side of the cliff and he opened his eyes slowly to get the full extent and Savior his surroundings. He was safe here. Or he felt safe knowing that he was alone.
Coming here was almost a daily routine. He had ran out of ink and paper from re-creating the night onto paper. He let himself do this as a gift for training harshly in the fiery heat of the sun. A scowl soon painted his dry lips as he cursed the sun playfully. His grasp loosened and a thin sheet fell. He grabbed hit tightly, before it fell far. Bringing it to his face, he smiled.
Coming here was almost a daily routine. He had ran out of ink and paper from re-creating the night onto paper. He let himself do this as a gift for training harshly in the fiery heat of the sun. A scowl soon painted his dry lips as he cursed the sun playfully. His grasp loosened and a thin sheet fell. He grabbed hit tightly, before it fell far. Bringing it to his face, he smiled.
