Hi everyone,
T’is Lola back from another random Hiatus. I hope your evening is going well. I have decided to go on another project and attempt at getting feedback on the before of one of the novels I’m writing. It’s eventually supposed to be a romance so hopefully you like. I will be updating hopefully very soon provided my weird disorder doesn’t interfere. Lots of folks taking up space in my brain, with different interests and impulses. Still trying to figure it out but nonetheless this is the before to Lullaby Of Night. Please Enjoy!
Lullaby Of Night
The wind tussled her coffee hair and rippled the lines of the white skirt letting the open air show flashes of her legs just above the knee. Dancing blades of emeralds swayed in uneven motions around the nameless figure. Some of them pillowing the bottoms of her bare feet. The tourmaline hues exposed in the moon rays of the nightlight sky. Typically not visible behind the chestnut that so often expressed itself in the golden sun rays. Hundreds of white diamonds falling in the blue-black openness that dissolved into the horizon. The smell of damp earth, and tree bark from hind trees was in the air with mixed mosses, ivy, and grass breeds. Some fallen leaves with the wet earth and stone left a sweet smell like fresh brewed tea. A misty chill caressing a rose kissed cheek. The sea of jewels and raining stars shone brightly in the dark presenting a breathtaking lullaby with the soft chirp of crickets. It was a perfect pocket in time that would too soon fade into the sugar coated twilight and vanish the comforting hues of night. The quiet would be drowned by the songbirds and choke the tranquility. The sleepy mist would run from the small hill that lifted those dazzling eyes to the open clearing. A vision of swaying green that grew taller as the land sank lower as the distance increased.
It was a tempting sonnet meant to entice the mind with melancholic sweetness. A poison of lavender so delicate and pleasing in taste all while slowly draining away life with each taste and want for more. It was almost cruel. The ivory figure floated in stillness like the gentle beating of moth wings. Ever searching, ever gazing into the distance of what may be. The shower of glows ceased to a gentle halt leaving the glowing light in its lonesomeness. An exhale. Another kiss from a gentle breeze. Seashell pink lips trembled for an instant. No tears, no sorrow, no ill will, just silence. The refreshing spearmint found its way into her breath as it circled inside her lungs. The feeling of leaves and pine needles almost filling in the empty space with a gentle brush like a pleasant whirlpool as it danced round and round. The exhaled breath more chilly than when it was taken in. The lingering taste on top her tongue. It was satisfying enough to crave. A swallow, a want for more. Sweet and spicy and crisp. Another inhale, another taste, another craving that was followed by a dampening of lips. A drug that would soon be interrupted by a jolting noise.
Crack. Splintering ribbons of wood pulp had been forced open. The crickets had gone into hiding and there was the sound of crushed green life being parted carefully. The figure turned toward the noise. A grey moth floated by that tickled the blush fingertips of the being and continued on with grace. The sound of parting grass came closer with near undetectable noise. The glowing figure did not stir or become startled. There was a calmness within her breast despite the near visible glow of amethyst slowly approaching. The pair of orbs stayed low to the ground and stood still for a moment, aware that the prey before them knew its whereabouts. Exchanged glances did not disrupt the mission of the presence. The violet eyes moved again, slowly and with such delicate nature despite no longer being hidden.
A silver coat glimmered in the dark with peppered stalks of charcoal grey and black. Broad rolling shoulders protruding beneath the quilling pelt that came to a near halt. A large snout peering from the parallel trunks of cracked brown followed by a perked set of ears. A large dog presented itself into the clearing and stalked closer to the figure. It’s large body at a crawl and head low to the ground. The figure remained still and unalarmed, eyes following the dog and not breaking contact. It circled her not flashing its teeth, not making any further advances. Neither being coming into contact with one another and unprovoked. The sound of large paws crushing the vegetation beneath large, padded feet which muffled the soft thudding as they made contact with the ground. It was a slow rhythmic motion that crunched and plopped as all four legs slowly trotted. The beat and half off tone followed by a swift motion of the fluffy tail stirring behind. Its very own music presented like pillowy drums and trickling hollow rain cascading in circles around her. They still did nothing but watched one another in silence, with whispered puffs of breath. Trot, pat, trot, pat. The same unbroken acceleration continuing for what would seem like an hour at this time of night. The quiet time where concept of time was hardly a thing of importance. Eventually the beast stopped circling and proceeded on lifting its large head slightly and treading less carefully. It turned back for a moment exchanging glances with the ivory figure one last time before disappearing into the grass once more. A parted trail following close behind the creature and vanishing with the ripples of wind. Another exhale. Without a trace of expression the figure stood silent as before as the night carried on. The crickets chirped with the lullaby of the night once again.
Exhale….
