Post by telesilla on Sept 23, 2005 9:23:37 GMT
Air! Fresh air! Sylvi gasped, leaning against the brick cliff of a town house as she ducked, overwhelmed, into a darkened alleyway. The slippy crowds and raucous scent of human sweat and paper-cupped animal fat had felt like an ocean pressing against her aura, threatening engulfment; she couldn't swim it even though she was an excellent swimmer generally. Sighing, Sylvi thought of Uncle Ber's house by the lake and how, beneath moonlight bright as the sun, she and her cousins had plunged skin-clad into cool, calm waters; innocently moon-bathing beneath the magical alchemy of gold to silver light.
But that time was no more. She must move on. Sylvi missed the Kin; missed them so much that her heart didn't want to beat, her lungs didn't want to take any air. But she must go on! Clenching her fists, Sylvi took a deep breath of the stale cat-p*** air - that she had even considered the alley fresh proved how much the hideous crowds were affecting her - and returned to the crowded street. It was a Saturday night in London's Chinatown and she was on a mission.
But that time was no more. She must move on. Sylvi missed the Kin; missed them so much that her heart didn't want to beat, her lungs didn't want to take any air. But she must go on! Clenching her fists, Sylvi took a deep breath of the stale cat-p*** air - that she had even considered the alley fresh proved how much the hideous crowds were affecting her - and returned to the crowded street. It was a Saturday night in London's Chinatown and she was on a mission.