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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 4:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 4:51 pm
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It was a wonderful, beautiful cool night. It had been a hot day, and it had taken much to long to cool off. Cloud Dance had been flat on some cool stone in a cave for the past hour, just trying to get the heat to leech out of her bones. She sighed happily as she emerged, glad she didn't need to hide from the horrible heat anymore. "Oh lovely breeze, wonderful cool air, and no hot sun to make me melt! I could... I could DANCE!" She laughed in sheer, ebullient joy, and gave in to the urge to do a few silly dance steps before moving towards the nearby stream.
She carefully knelt down, and took a long, cool drink, her eyes half closed at the pleasure of it. Was there anything more wonderful then being able to cool off and relax? She thought not, certainly, except MAYBE getting warm again on a cold winter night. After a long draught of the water, she stood again and walked slowly along the stream, wondering if she was the only one still up... and not minding at all if so. She could enjoy this night happily. Of course, she would also be very happy to find company too!
Kara Asumie If you want me to put the post color for Tsuki in the top post, let me know. Same for the other RP.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 8:09 pm
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Cloud Dance, as she walked, started humming, almost skipping in time with the tune. She paused here and there to sniff at flowers, nibble a bit of grass, or just look up at the sky and admire the stars. "What a gorgeous night it is!" She said to the air, in a tone of happy contentment. "The sky is just a lovely blue-black blanket lit with the stars, like some one took the prettiest silver thread and embroidered it..." She pauses in her words, considers them, and laughs at her silly whimsy. "And if I said that to Dad, he'd probably just shake his head and laugh at the nonsense of it. Ah well!"
With that, she moves over to the stream again, and takes another sip, before sitting down to gaze at the stars, trying to pick out the images people say they saw in them. She sometimes saw those, sometimes felt she saw her own patterns and sometimes... She just saw the stars. Tonight it was so clear she could see tons of them, and the cloudy looking edge of the galaxy, though she had no idea that was what she saw. All she knew was it was beautiful.
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