Post by meera hausser' on Apr 2, 2013 17:11:11 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 500px; background-image: url(http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j220/AJ7070/meera/tumblr_mf8u2keZWW1rdw3u8o1_500_zpsb46fefa8.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] Water is warm but it's sending me shivers Meera drew her gaze on the little village, slowly waking from the shrouded clutch of winter. Tender blades of green grass pushed their way from the ground, coloring the ground which had been covered in a blanket of white for months. Leaves were slowly unfurling on the overhanging trees, shadowing the ground in their new foliage. It was the time of year where chill winter days finally grew warm.Spring was her favorite season— after fall, ] the last months of life, before everything crumpled and dried, giving way to the icy clutches of winter. She particularly found favor in the colors, new and bright, demanding the attention of everything around them. The streets were not buzzing with crowds as was normal, but instead were welcoming everyone’s slow return after winter hibernation. She preferred it to the pushing crowds, or the chilled silence of an open street. It just seemed comfortable. As she pushed her way farther into the village, her steps became more anxious as she neared the grub pub, she was looking forward to a mug of butterbeer. She smiled inwardly, savoring the idea of its rich flavor, which she been craving for some time. It had been long since she had drained a mug of such contents and she was looking forward to the golden liquid. It had quickly become one of her favorite things upon entering the magical world, among many of its other tasteful wonders. Her slim fingers gripped the door handle, eagerly pulling it open while her other hand cradled her notebook to her chest. Her face lit with a smile when she opened the door to the drone of busy conversation. Some people didn’t like the atmosphere, but Meera loved it. The noise was anything but a bother to her, she much preferred it to the empty silence, which so often filled the common room. The sound of people’s voice enthralled her and the company made her more comfortable. It was a sound she always longed to hear, the casual banter between familiars. It was a sound which she had gone too long without; she liked to bask in it at any available moment. Meera lived for casual atmospheres, full of boisterous people. She’d never been one to sit in silence, even when she was alone she found comfort in the soft chords of her guitar. Glancing about Meera noted the pub was full. Not seeing an empty place she neared the bar, asking the man for a butterbeer, a casual smile on her parted lips. She thanked him graciously slipping some money across the counter as he passed her a mug of the frothing liquid, foam brimming at the top of the glass. Sipping at the liquid, she swallowed savoring the rich mixture, letting her blue gaze scan the room. Across the room her eyes finally fell on a form which issued some familiarity. With careful footing she danced through the tables, standing at the foot of the table, seating the lone individual. Mind if I join you? She asked, her voice jovial, as she laid her notebook on the edge of the table, her blue eyes pondering the individual before her, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Company would do her well. It would also serve to keep her mind off the lyrics which waited unfinished on a half-filled page. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0 |
