[graycloaks] Wyanet-scenelet
Jul. 2nd, 2009 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meejSo I guess that this will be my creative jottings for the day. It's not complete, and it's not, despite the header, strictly Graycloaks, although it's in their world. (It's Wyanet, who is the third major character who could be termed a faction boss; she is a lot more active than the other two, who rarely appear onscreen and who are, respectively, dying, and possibly mythical.)
She is in the orange rose garden, meditating. She says she meditates, or would if anyone asked her what she does here in the Sanctuary's gardens. Her vision hums from summer twilight haze and the half-glass of brandy she has just drunk.
A wasp alights on her arm.
It is on the thick hard callus in the crook of her elbow, the skin that had to endure the sting of the bowstring improperly loosed, and she watches in amusement and tipsy focus as it wanders down her arm to her wrist.
It stings her then, and she bites her lip but does not move. The goddess is a wasp at times. This sting is something she has forgotten, something that She has brought to Her shadow's attention.
Wyanet moves now, and slaps the wasp, and crushes it out against her skin and bone with two fingers. She pops the tiny corpse into her mouth, chews grimly and swallows thickly, and wishes she had more brandy to wash away the bitter taste.
She licks at her wrist to get all of the message, and wonders what it is she has forgotten.
She is in the orange rose garden, meditating. She says she meditates, or would if anyone asked her what she does here in the Sanctuary's gardens. Her vision hums from summer twilight haze and the half-glass of brandy she has just drunk.
A wasp alights on her arm.
It is on the thick hard callus in the crook of her elbow, the skin that had to endure the sting of the bowstring improperly loosed, and she watches in amusement and tipsy focus as it wanders down her arm to her wrist.
It stings her then, and she bites her lip but does not move. The goddess is a wasp at times. This sting is something she has forgotten, something that She has brought to Her shadow's attention.
Wyanet moves now, and slaps the wasp, and crushes it out against her skin and bone with two fingers. She pops the tiny corpse into her mouth, chews grimly and swallows thickly, and wishes she had more brandy to wash away the bitter taste.
She licks at her wrist to get all of the message, and wonders what it is she has forgotten.
