Post by mistrali on Jul 15, 2020 21:36:38 GMT 10
Title: Cleansed
Rating: G
Event: Goldenlake 2020 Triathlon (Winter/Summer)
Words: 141
Summary and Warnings: A contemplative moment on Polyam’s travels.
The Sea of Grass, Namorn-Yanjing border, the thirtieth day of Hearth Moon, 1036 K.F.
The water was icy, this far north: clear and clean, fed by mountain-stream meltwater. They saw innumerable wild horses, the occasional herd of yak, and a settlement or two, but for the most part, nothing but pasture for miles around. The grass was velvet underfoot, and the ground reassuringly firm: no chance of landslides.
Polyam stayed out late, long past sunset, and breathed it in deep; this was cold as she’d known it from childhood, growing up in a Trader city in northern Lairan. The open space chimed her isolation back at her in crystalline harmonies, struck it like a gong, raising echoes; she felt at one with the landscape and the silence, instead of dwarfed by them. The feeling purified her, more than any qunsuanen ever had.
Rating: G
Event: Goldenlake 2020 Triathlon (Winter/Summer)
Words: 141
Summary and Warnings: A contemplative moment on Polyam’s travels.
The Sea of Grass, Namorn-Yanjing border, the thirtieth day of Hearth Moon, 1036 K.F.
The water was icy, this far north: clear and clean, fed by mountain-stream meltwater. They saw innumerable wild horses, the occasional herd of yak, and a settlement or two, but for the most part, nothing but pasture for miles around. The grass was velvet underfoot, and the ground reassuringly firm: no chance of landslides.
Polyam stayed out late, long past sunset, and breathed it in deep; this was cold as she’d known it from childhood, growing up in a Trader city in northern Lairan. The open space chimed her isolation back at her in crystalline harmonies, struck it like a gong, raising echoes; she felt at one with the landscape and the silence, instead of dwarfed by them. The feeling purified her, more than any qunsuanen ever had.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!