Post by charly on Jul 6, 2007 18:25:33 GMT
She was truelly excited. The young first year had found some intresting processes in scrying and was dreadfully curious. Her divination class had seemed very intresting, and it pained her that she had not gotten a chance to stare into the crystal ball. The thought of seeing images and symbols that meant something, or even seeing the future, seemed very appealing to her.
Not having a turn at playing a reader in class, made her do something she was rarely ever seen doing in her freetime. Studying. She had struggle for books on divination finding very copuious amounts of difficult to read books, and had to stick with reading a very flimsy, wretchedly thin book, due to the fact she was merely a first year, and had not learned many of the items and practices that were spoken of in the larger books.
She carried along with a small pack that seemed to be bursting with goods, and as she quietly entered the edge of the forest, she crept only a few feet in, not wanting to get lost amongst the scraggly trees. Finding a small clearing big enough for a itny fire and a small girl, she set her pack down and gethered a budle of dried twigs.
She set them in a small pile and pulled out her wand, lighting them ablze with a soft whisper of a word. Once done she grasped her wand between her teeth and rummaged through her pack pulling out a small woven blanket and a large bunch of very green leaves. She set the small rug out a several centimeters away from the fires edge and sat on the brown and green pattern. It had been her mothers sitting mat, and she said it was very lucky with all sort of tasks, not only because it was charmed, but because it was hadned down from generation of mothers to daughters, gathering the aura of magic that seemed to drip out of people occasionally, and creating quite a powerfuly lucky rug.
She began tossing the green leaves on the fire, and a large amount of smoke began to seep from the firey tips. She grinned, all was going well so far. She stayed seated her face turned upwards so she could stare at the thick billows of smoke. She stared at th rising smoke, her eyes sharp, clear , and focused.
Time passed, minutes flew by, and nothing seemed to appear, she sighed sadly but continued to stare, her gaze was no longer focused but had become quite glazed over, and she stared at the shapes with the dead-stare of a cadaver's gaze. Longing to see something, anything at all.
Not having a turn at playing a reader in class, made her do something she was rarely ever seen doing in her freetime. Studying. She had struggle for books on divination finding very copuious amounts of difficult to read books, and had to stick with reading a very flimsy, wretchedly thin book, due to the fact she was merely a first year, and had not learned many of the items and practices that were spoken of in the larger books.
She carried along with a small pack that seemed to be bursting with goods, and as she quietly entered the edge of the forest, she crept only a few feet in, not wanting to get lost amongst the scraggly trees. Finding a small clearing big enough for a itny fire and a small girl, she set her pack down and gethered a budle of dried twigs.
She set them in a small pile and pulled out her wand, lighting them ablze with a soft whisper of a word. Once done she grasped her wand between her teeth and rummaged through her pack pulling out a small woven blanket and a large bunch of very green leaves. She set the small rug out a several centimeters away from the fires edge and sat on the brown and green pattern. It had been her mothers sitting mat, and she said it was very lucky with all sort of tasks, not only because it was charmed, but because it was hadned down from generation of mothers to daughters, gathering the aura of magic that seemed to drip out of people occasionally, and creating quite a powerfuly lucky rug.
She began tossing the green leaves on the fire, and a large amount of smoke began to seep from the firey tips. She grinned, all was going well so far. She stayed seated her face turned upwards so she could stare at the thick billows of smoke. She stared at th rising smoke, her eyes sharp, clear , and focused.
Time passed, minutes flew by, and nothing seemed to appear, she sighed sadly but continued to stare, her gaze was no longer focused but had become quite glazed over, and she stared at the shapes with the dead-stare of a cadaver's gaze. Longing to see something, anything at all.
