Post by kyomi on Nov 15, 2011 22:28:01 GMT -5
Snoring like a wood saw and sleeping like a rock, nearly a 8 hours passed before her eyes fluttered open again, she had fallen right asleep where she had been stood, she tilted her head back as far as it would go to look around her before rolling onto her feet and pushing herself off the ground and smartly onto her feet.
Her new friend seemed to have gone off to do somthing, though she could sense he wasnt that far away she decided to wait for him to return, sitting atop the rock she had previously made into a higher resting ground and swinging her legs merrily over the edge.
it was during this period of waiting that, for the first time in her short but exciting life she had noticed the pockets on the clothes she had woken up wearing, curiosity got the better of her newly acquired caution and she slipped her and into the loose brim and groped around; Her fingers brushed something, it was hard and smooth, like the surface of the rock she was sat on, and even brittler feeling as she probed and squeezed it inquisitively
finaly she removed it from her pocket and beheld the plump shape sat in her palm, it was green and rounded, with a slight bend, she set it on the rock next to her, determining to ask meshi what it was when she saw him next, before moving on to the next pocket and withdrawing a second of the strang green lumps, along with some, in her humble opinion, pretty coloured floppy rectangles of somthing, she tried putting that on the rock next to her too, but found the wind was eager to steal it from her, so in the end she returned it to her pocket, and put the greens together with it.
Her new friend seemed to have gone off to do somthing, though she could sense he wasnt that far away she decided to wait for him to return, sitting atop the rock she had previously made into a higher resting ground and swinging her legs merrily over the edge.
it was during this period of waiting that, for the first time in her short but exciting life she had noticed the pockets on the clothes she had woken up wearing, curiosity got the better of her newly acquired caution and she slipped her and into the loose brim and groped around; Her fingers brushed something, it was hard and smooth, like the surface of the rock she was sat on, and even brittler feeling as she probed and squeezed it inquisitively
finaly she removed it from her pocket and beheld the plump shape sat in her palm, it was green and rounded, with a slight bend, she set it on the rock next to her, determining to ask meshi what it was when she saw him next, before moving on to the next pocket and withdrawing a second of the strang green lumps, along with some, in her humble opinion, pretty coloured floppy rectangles of somthing, she tried putting that on the rock next to her too, but found the wind was eager to steal it from her, so in the end she returned it to her pocket, and put the greens together with it.