Loki Britton-Baldere (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lokithemuse) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2008-09-25 20:49:00 |
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Wednesday: October 3, 2007
Who: Loki [Narrative]
When: Sunset
Where: The beach shore at Lake Alata'elen.
What: The muse is restless, but why?
The wind was picking up, swirling around Loki's clothing and form and bringing with it an ominous feeling. Loki wasn't sure what it meant, but it left him with an uneasy stirring in the pit of his stomach. The sun was setting behind him to the left, leaving a flare of dying light on top of the lake's waves. He frowned to himself, knowing the wind wouldn't lie to him. It never had before. Something was wrong, only Loki couldn't for the life of him pinpoint what.
Restlessness had been pulling at the corners of the muse's mind lately as well without a noticeable origin. Loki should've figured he could never settle down in one place for very long. He always tried before, and he always failed in the end. His feet needed to touch on new ground. He needed to do new things he hadn't done before, and he wasn't going to accomplish it here in Elysium. His heart told him so, so it must have been true.
His move to the water bungalows a few days ago hadn't brought anything new with it. Something was calling to him from beyond the edge of the lake, beyond the edge of Elysium, and Loki wanted to answer it. Something was coming, and he knew that much. He could feel it in the wind.
Standing up from dry sand, Loki brushed off his pants as they whipped in the wind. His hair, though up in a ponytail, had lose strands that flew into his face and tickled his cheeks. Loki faced the wind and squinted at it, staring it down.
There was a warning on the wind. Loki felt it. The only question was would he figure out what it was before it actually happened? The muse wasn't sure. He couldn't say, and so Loki walked back to his bungalow, his head heavy with these newly forming thoughts of uncertainty.
Something was coming, and the wind was bringing it.
Who: Loki [Narrative]
When: Sunset
Where: The beach shore at Lake Alata'elen.
What: The muse is restless, but why?
The wind was picking up, swirling around Loki's clothing and form and bringing with it an ominous feeling. Loki wasn't sure what it meant, but it left him with an uneasy stirring in the pit of his stomach. The sun was setting behind him to the left, leaving a flare of dying light on top of the lake's waves. He frowned to himself, knowing the wind wouldn't lie to him. It never had before. Something was wrong, only Loki couldn't for the life of him pinpoint what.
Restlessness had been pulling at the corners of the muse's mind lately as well without a noticeable origin. Loki should've figured he could never settle down in one place for very long. He always tried before, and he always failed in the end. His feet needed to touch on new ground. He needed to do new things he hadn't done before, and he wasn't going to accomplish it here in Elysium. His heart told him so, so it must have been true.
His move to the water bungalows a few days ago hadn't brought anything new with it. Something was calling to him from beyond the edge of the lake, beyond the edge of Elysium, and Loki wanted to answer it. Something was coming, and he knew that much. He could feel it in the wind.
Standing up from dry sand, Loki brushed off his pants as they whipped in the wind. His hair, though up in a ponytail, had lose strands that flew into his face and tickled his cheeks. Loki faced the wind and squinted at it, staring it down.
There was a warning on the wind. Loki felt it. The only question was would he figure out what it was before it actually happened? The muse wasn't sure. He couldn't say, and so Loki walked back to his bungalow, his head heavy with these newly forming thoughts of uncertainty.
Something was coming, and the wind was bringing it.