Post by Xandrabeast on Jan 8, 2005 1:11:04 GMT -5
Leaning against the side of a very worn down building, next to an alleyway, sat a woman cross-legged in thrashed blue jeans, a short black tank, and an old stained dress shirt, once white but now more of an ecru, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Her long rusty colored hair was pulled up in two ponytails, the dreads looking like she had big cables hanging out of her head, and her eyes were a bright green, alert and dancing in a rare shaft of very warm sunlight that seemed to ignite her golden-tan and freckled skin. Countless braids and twists of leather, fabric, necklace chain, and thread, tied and around her neck and wrists and sporting various feathers, beads, bones and bits of metal, tinkled lightly as she moved, laying out a spread of intricate cards. She held them gently and whispered to them as if to a lover, a slight smile flickering at the corner of her lips. A crow, watching her and cocking its head, hopped toward her, stopping every two or three hops to turn its head and fix an eye on her hands and the cards she laid out and flipped over. Eventually it came within range of her sight and she chuckled at it.
"Ah, Jack, there you are! And what dirty deeds have you been up to, my friend?" She said wryly. The crow puffed up his feathers indignantly for a moment, but decided the sunlight was too hot to be indignant and deflated. She chuckled again and offered a hand to him and after a moments consideration he hopped on to her wrist, up her arm, and settled on her bony shoulder to watch the cards shuffle and change under her deft fingers. He cawed softly, as if aware that he was right next to her ear.
"Yes, well, we'll just see about that." Wishbone said, as if someone had just spoken to her.
"Ah, Jack, there you are! And what dirty deeds have you been up to, my friend?" She said wryly. The crow puffed up his feathers indignantly for a moment, but decided the sunlight was too hot to be indignant and deflated. She chuckled again and offered a hand to him and after a moments consideration he hopped on to her wrist, up her arm, and settled on her bony shoulder to watch the cards shuffle and change under her deft fingers. He cawed softly, as if aware that he was right next to her ear.
"Yes, well, we'll just see about that." Wishbone said, as if someone had just spoken to her.