withtail (withtail) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-04-15 19:08:00 |
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It was a nice and warm day. The sky was clear except for a few white clouds and the sun brightened the island. The windows sparkled and the grass around the church seemed just a tad more alive than usual. Silver pushed his nose into the sun, blinking against the bright light. Sometimes sunlight was all he needed, fresh air and sunlight. He swung himself onto a tree and borrowed one of the branches as a seat. The church ruin had a calming effect on him, all old buildings had. In Vernon they had been hard to come by and old trees and mountains had taken their place. Old things just had an aura of stability. You could rely on their presence. |