Post by Ieda-Lygari on Jan 16, 2015 18:55:57 GMT -6
Lygari only truly loved two seasons, but he only truly hated one. Summer was frightful, full of storms, raging thunder and lightning to send chills down his spine, but it was never as horrid as winter. Winter was cold and caused mortals to lock themselves away, made all celebrations private, all comforts to be shared exclusively in closeness beyond closed doors, both literal and figurative. Winter was a time when friends and families came together to keep each other warm and did things like.. like.. well, he didn't quite know. He could list a few traditional winter activities, but it wasn't as if Lygari knew them intimately, one would need friends and family for such things.
Not that it phased him at all.
The angel understood his position and how it built figurative walls higher than most could fathom, no one could quite understand how hard it was for him to peek beyond them and connect with others. Everything he seemed to do these days was to try and touch the grass on the other side, but as the snow hid it all from view, literally and metaphorically, winter managed to become more miserable for him than usual. Even his usual hobby of standing outside of any building he might catch Ashen in and singing her sweet songs was ruined by the season. If there was one thing he regretted about his spirit-connection with Svik was the fact it enabled him to feel cold. The tree sheltered Lygari from the snow, but did little to block the wind that caused his wings to sting.
Today's song would have to be short then.
"Shine, bright morning light,
now in the air the spring is coming~
Sweet, blowing wind,
singing down the hills and valleys~
Keep, your eyes on me,
now we are on the edge of hell~
Dear my love, sweet morning light
Wait for me, you've gone much farther~
Too faaaar~"
The worst feeling of all was of knowing Ashen was nowhere to be found in Wildgard. When she first went missing he contemplated tearing the city apart to ease his search, but thought better of it at the last second. This was just a habit at this point, and helped vent these unfortunate feelings he had welling up inside him. He was worried, furious, and many other feelings beyond mortal comprehension. How dare she disappear without even saying a word to him, or if she is in trouble, how dare she not call for his help?!
He was so lonely.
Not that it phased him at all.
The angel understood his position and how it built figurative walls higher than most could fathom, no one could quite understand how hard it was for him to peek beyond them and connect with others. Everything he seemed to do these days was to try and touch the grass on the other side, but as the snow hid it all from view, literally and metaphorically, winter managed to become more miserable for him than usual. Even his usual hobby of standing outside of any building he might catch Ashen in and singing her sweet songs was ruined by the season. If there was one thing he regretted about his spirit-connection with Svik was the fact it enabled him to feel cold. The tree sheltered Lygari from the snow, but did little to block the wind that caused his wings to sting.
Today's song would have to be short then.
"Shine, bright morning light,
now in the air the spring is coming~
Sweet, blowing wind,
singing down the hills and valleys~
Keep, your eyes on me,
now we are on the edge of hell~
Dear my love, sweet morning light
Wait for me, you've gone much farther~
Too faaaar~"
The worst feeling of all was of knowing Ashen was nowhere to be found in Wildgard. When she first went missing he contemplated tearing the city apart to ease his search, but thought better of it at the last second. This was just a habit at this point, and helped vent these unfortunate feelings he had welling up inside him. He was worried, furious, and many other feelings beyond mortal comprehension. How dare she disappear without even saying a word to him, or if she is in trouble, how dare she not call for his help?!
He was so lonely.