Rosalinda di Palermo (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ophelos) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-03-06 14:36:00 |
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Saturday: December 22, 2007
Who: Rosalinda & Brian
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Abandoned palace in the Northeast.
What: Rosalinda explores the dead places of the land.
Travel across the land meant facing the cold, and despite the wool shawl draped over her shoulders to keep her warm against the winter weather, Rosalinda felt the bitter wind against her face. The wool cap upon her head helped to keep her warm, as did the gloves on her hands and the scarf around her neck. She was swathed in the color red, standing out against the evergreen trees and brush and the tufts of white snow.
At the end of her journey, she dismounted her horse and found a comfortable place for him to rest. The palace’s gate opened to a courtyard covered in snow. It surprised her how no one else lived here anymore and few people visited it. The castle was alone by itself in the wilderness with no company but the silence and the birds. She crossed the courtyard, though, all the while taking in the scenery around her. The palace seemed like an enormous mansion, its stone wall glittering in the wintry setting. She wondered how stone could glitter like that. She’d never seen a human structure look as ethereal as this one.
It wasn’t of human make, though. Elves built this place. Rosalinda reached the large entrance, placing a hand delicately against the wood. A part of her was almost fearful of opening it, as if she was doing something she should not have been doing. She might have felt more welcome here if it wasn’t so silent, but the silence held an unnerving quality to it, and Rosalinda wondered why she had come here. The people in town told her it was beautiful, and she wanted to see it. It was easy to think now anything that reminded her of her life before this was gone, smashed into mere dust.
Rosalinda pushed open one of the double doors, carefully wandering into the building. The quiet continued, and she was met with a darkened entrance hall. It seemed to glimmer as well, even though there was little light to support it. She stepped inside slowly, the door parting open for her without making a single sound. Any other door would have creaked, but this one did not.
Her eyes travelled upward, casting themselves over the entrance hall. It was more beautiful than anything she had ever seen in Italy, and it took her breath away.
Who: Rosalinda & Brian
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Abandoned palace in the Northeast.
What: Rosalinda explores the dead places of the land.
Travel across the land meant facing the cold, and despite the wool shawl draped over her shoulders to keep her warm against the winter weather, Rosalinda felt the bitter wind against her face. The wool cap upon her head helped to keep her warm, as did the gloves on her hands and the scarf around her neck. She was swathed in the color red, standing out against the evergreen trees and brush and the tufts of white snow.
At the end of her journey, she dismounted her horse and found a comfortable place for him to rest. The palace’s gate opened to a courtyard covered in snow. It surprised her how no one else lived here anymore and few people visited it. The castle was alone by itself in the wilderness with no company but the silence and the birds. She crossed the courtyard, though, all the while taking in the scenery around her. The palace seemed like an enormous mansion, its stone wall glittering in the wintry setting. She wondered how stone could glitter like that. She’d never seen a human structure look as ethereal as this one.
It wasn’t of human make, though. Elves built this place. Rosalinda reached the large entrance, placing a hand delicately against the wood. A part of her was almost fearful of opening it, as if she was doing something she should not have been doing. She might have felt more welcome here if it wasn’t so silent, but the silence held an unnerving quality to it, and Rosalinda wondered why she had come here. The people in town told her it was beautiful, and she wanted to see it. It was easy to think now anything that reminded her of her life before this was gone, smashed into mere dust.
Rosalinda pushed open one of the double doors, carefully wandering into the building. The quiet continued, and she was met with a darkened entrance hall. It seemed to glimmer as well, even though there was little light to support it. She stepped inside slowly, the door parting open for her without making a single sound. Any other door would have creaked, but this one did not.
Her eyes travelled upward, casting themselves over the entrance hall. It was more beautiful than anything she had ever seen in Italy, and it took her breath away.