Let all that are to mirth inclined! {June 3010} [Open]
Dec 9, 2017 18:00:41 GMT -5
Post by Narbeleth on Dec 9, 2017 18:00:41 GMT -5
“Oh my stars!” the woman laughed jubilantly at the chipping sound of the birds in their nests. Big eyes and open beaks. The swallows were now diving at her however. “I'm going, I'm going,” she hummed. “I just wanted a look at your babies. I won't harm them.”
There was yet again another fluttering zooming past her ear and making her hair to ruffle. “I was only curious!” she laughed, as if the feathered creature could understand her. “Fine, fine,” she reached to the side to grasp another handhold. It was far too near the next birds nest however, and she felt a rush of wind near her hand as the outspread wings of another swallow.
“Just give me a moment. I don't have the wings you do.” Narbeleth looked up. The top of the cliff was not far off, she had barely descended twenty feet, though below her the ocean swells rolled a hundred feet beneath. This was a good rock face for climbing however, and she had no fear. She laughed at the water below. If she were to fall; though she had not done so accidentally in years and years, the deep water would be her safety, and she would turn about in the air to make a graceful splash and swim to shore. The old winding carven switchbacks would lead her back upwards if need be. Though it was lovely, it was far too dull. Here, the rock was at her fingertips, and the wind tickling her skin. Nothing but the expanse of air between her and the great and endless sea.
Narbeleth dipped her fingers to the pouch hanging at her hip, and rubbed a chalky powder upon them, before moving on to the left to find the great granite crack in the cliff once more, tucking herself into it and resting as she supported her weight with her legs and her back. She laughed mirthfully, her voice echoing up the incline.
A whoosh of feathers sounded outside the rocky gap and the shadow of wings rushed past once more, though they did not draw within the crevice. “Do not fear me, little birds!” Narbeleth chorused, as she began to slowly work her way up the shadows of the crack. She hummed to herself for a time, as singing aloud while expending so much energy and using her strength was tiring, but nearer and nearer she gathered to the top. She could see the green grasses waving above her, and suddenly when the quarter of an hour passed, there she was again in the sunlight, taking grips on the roots to pull herself up the rest of the way, and flopping onto the grass.
There was yet again another fluttering zooming past her ear and making her hair to ruffle. “I was only curious!” she laughed, as if the feathered creature could understand her. “Fine, fine,” she reached to the side to grasp another handhold. It was far too near the next birds nest however, and she felt a rush of wind near her hand as the outspread wings of another swallow.
“Just give me a moment. I don't have the wings you do.” Narbeleth looked up. The top of the cliff was not far off, she had barely descended twenty feet, though below her the ocean swells rolled a hundred feet beneath. This was a good rock face for climbing however, and she had no fear. She laughed at the water below. If she were to fall; though she had not done so accidentally in years and years, the deep water would be her safety, and she would turn about in the air to make a graceful splash and swim to shore. The old winding carven switchbacks would lead her back upwards if need be. Though it was lovely, it was far too dull. Here, the rock was at her fingertips, and the wind tickling her skin. Nothing but the expanse of air between her and the great and endless sea.
Narbeleth dipped her fingers to the pouch hanging at her hip, and rubbed a chalky powder upon them, before moving on to the left to find the great granite crack in the cliff once more, tucking herself into it and resting as she supported her weight with her legs and her back. She laughed mirthfully, her voice echoing up the incline.
A whoosh of feathers sounded outside the rocky gap and the shadow of wings rushed past once more, though they did not draw within the crevice. “Do not fear me, little birds!” Narbeleth chorused, as she began to slowly work her way up the shadows of the crack. She hummed to herself for a time, as singing aloud while expending so much energy and using her strength was tiring, but nearer and nearer she gathered to the top. She could see the green grasses waving above her, and suddenly when the quarter of an hour passed, there she was again in the sunlight, taking grips on the roots to pull herself up the rest of the way, and flopping onto the grass.
