Denditrus aka Diana (natural_remedy) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-06-09 20:55:00 |
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Current mood: | accomplished |
Entry tags: | diana morelle, rayna desmarais |
Who: Denditrus/Diana and Rayna
What: Doing what she does best: caring for the natural world
Where: Around the Carnival
When: During the shows
Rating: Low
Status: Closed (Incomplete)
Crouched at the knee, long curls of brown hair falling aimlessly around bare shoulders that seemed to glow in the unnatural light, fingertips tracing the edges of a failing leaf. It was dying, that much she could feel. Only it wasn’t its time, but death had come early, in the means of footsteps and blatant disregard by the countless visitors that traversed the Carnival grounds in search of something that only the weird and wonderful could satisfy.
Denditrus otherwise known as Diana hummed softly and harmoniously, vocal chords barely straining as she focused all of her attention on the struggling plant, eyes slipping into a full golden glow. It was almost as if she had a handful of fireworks and they were slowly winding their way around the plant, creeping ever closer to the root system. Upon reaching the soil the sparks turned into a full out glow that spread outwards in a vibrant display, disappearing after a few seconds as Diana’s attention shifted. She sought the root endings and bathed them with an encouraging energy, feeling the life returning to the plant in question, a pulse beginning at the tip of her fingers and creeping along her arm until she almost felt as one, completely connected and within it. It was in that moment of completeness that Diana released, eyes returning to their previous blue-green just as her breath escaped her in a sudden movement.
“Better,” she remarked, head tipping to inspect the flourishing of leaves and flowers now spreading outwards from what had been a dying plant. It was as she rose to her statuesque height that the wind caught on the billowing lengths of the dress that cascaded around her figure and spread outwards around her. It was enough to give people pause and a well directed look from Diana gave them cause to go around the now blooming plant at her bare feet when previously they’d looked at it like it was nothing more than a weed, fit for trampling.
Diana’s fingers glittered for a very brief moment until she curled them inwards, smothering the light and letting it fade from sight. The plant was renewed, the life given, her work was done.
With a smile, Diana departed and lost herself in the crowd.