Post by Tyanno Dynam, Allaine mage on Oct 7, 2006 19:18:32 GMT -5
As Tyanno was taken from the dungeon on Avaren, he was brought to the peaceful relative quiet of the Gardens. It was Tyanno's first time within the walls of the floating city. But at the moment, he was unconcious. The fellow mage that had carried him laid him down gently and spoke something to another not far off, before he heard the dashing steps of his carrier sprinted off to attend to whatever was spoken. He laid there, now half concious and not wanting to open his eyes yet. So he took in everything else. Despite being supposedly above the clouds, the first thing that caught his notice was the sound of various species of birds filling the air with their incessant chatter. Some clattered, others sang, tweaked and chirped. Thought it was quieter than the hustle and bustle of the city down below, it was still rather dramtic in difference to the tomb that he had been locked up in for the past month.
The softness of the grass beneath him had just captured his attention now, the warmth and sensation of the ground was that of velvet after that cold and ungiving stone he rotted on. And light, sunlight!! Hardly a torch shone through the gloom of the castle prison and now a brilliant ray broke through the foliage and pierced even his closed eyelids. And the warth again was like the blanket never offered to him during his stay under the Queens care. Her pity was as cold as her heart seemed, now as he relfected on it.
Last came the smell. Oak, birch, lilac, dandilions, grass, wildflowers, roses, violets, poppies, willows. All these things and more became instantaneously aware to him as if someone fanned a deck of cards in front of his nose so it could pick out each and every one of the different scents. But most of all was that the air was fresh. it moved, in the breeze, bringing more intoxicating brands of natures presence.
And at last, he opened his eyes. He new he was going to like it here in Aesir. It wasmeant to be his home. For now. And the mere soul of the place rejuvenated his soul and started to heal him from the inside out. He tasted some thing salty and sweet. reaching up, he touched his forehead and discovered a shred of how much of a beating he took from the guards. But he would live. he sat there, wondering if he could risk trying to stand up...
The softness of the grass beneath him had just captured his attention now, the warmth and sensation of the ground was that of velvet after that cold and ungiving stone he rotted on. And light, sunlight!! Hardly a torch shone through the gloom of the castle prison and now a brilliant ray broke through the foliage and pierced even his closed eyelids. And the warth again was like the blanket never offered to him during his stay under the Queens care. Her pity was as cold as her heart seemed, now as he relfected on it.
Last came the smell. Oak, birch, lilac, dandilions, grass, wildflowers, roses, violets, poppies, willows. All these things and more became instantaneously aware to him as if someone fanned a deck of cards in front of his nose so it could pick out each and every one of the different scents. But most of all was that the air was fresh. it moved, in the breeze, bringing more intoxicating brands of natures presence.
And at last, he opened his eyes. He new he was going to like it here in Aesir. It wasmeant to be his home. For now. And the mere soul of the place rejuvenated his soul and started to heal him from the inside out. He tasted some thing salty and sweet. reaching up, he touched his forehead and discovered a shred of how much of a beating he took from the guards. But he would live. he sat there, wondering if he could risk trying to stand up...