#gray world

Gray world.....

This gray-colored world Was lost to me long ago But then I met you And all the color returned Brighter than ever before

   It was raining. 

   The entire world was gray, and Aella was confident, this time, it has little to do with the colors that often seep from people’s forms. The sky sat gray, and the water deluging from it formed puddles against dust which churned gray from the color of sky and ground. Even she felt gray, though she noted, perhaps, she always did. 

   She did not know how she got separated in the battle she’d attended with the Black Fang. She had come to give Lloyd foresight with her empathy. But then it had begun to rain, and swords and lances clanged against one another, and there’d been nothing to see, only gray and the taste of iron and cold and rain, eating at her, melting into her. She’d shrunk against fog and fight, wandered to attempt to find those she knew, but every mind hers passed was foreign and strange and filled with only hatred and blood. 

   It was not until she slipped from the field and into the beginning of a forest that she’d even noticed she’d been wounded. 

   A large stripe, cut cleanly across her side, from shoulder to waist, and it waited to sting only at her realization of it. Most of her white garment was half-stained red, but she was somewhat indebted to the endless rain that was already set in attempts to bleach it all away. 

   She had supplies -- Of course she did. After Nova, how could she not? -- to bandage her wound, and set to it with steady hands that felt numb from rainwater. It tasted so dry, somehow. Water running rivers off her face, hair stuck heavy in its pinning, and her tongue still felt swollen with sand.

   A bandage, two, and the consideration she should most likely save the rest, were she to find any other wounded warriors when a noise parting through the trees frightened her. She pulled her dark coat tight around her again, to hide the red and the bandages one could perhaps see through a dress now clinging to her form with wet, and she stood, drew upon whatever bareness of courage she had left. 

I walked C to school this morning and it looks like we live in a gray world. Here are a couple of pictures.