Title: SPOTcolor
Description: open
Serafina Ondruskova - May 5, 2008 05:22 PM (GMT)
The wind whistled a its currents wove through the spires atop the Cathedral, the were blowing the silver storm that was brewing n the east this way. Sera had traveled with that slow moving storm at her heels for a long while before she got here, and still with all of her sleeping and stopping it still remained a gloom in the distance. But it troubled her not, for the storm, though it seemed bad, could only mean good tidings. Okay so maybe it could tear things up and destroy farms, but the waters would bring life, in the end when it was all said in done even the worst of things like that storm would be better things afterwards. Sera found the old saying to be true; things have to get better before they get worse. The trouble with life was that you never knew exactly when it was better or when it was worse, the good and the bad sometimes seemed to get so mixed up. Eventually things got to a point where it was all just the same.
Serafina gazed down at the ground, it was a mere twenty five or so feet below her, and every now and then someone passing through into the Cathedral would stop and stare up at her, kicking her legs back and forth alike a school child in a desk where his own feet can’t touch the ground. She’d smile at them and then gaze back off into nothing. A smile was always on her lips, but the smile she sent done was somehow a bit warmer, and a bit more real than the fragile one that was always delicately placed on her face. She liked it up here and thanked which ever parent, that had abandoned her, for being born as an Angel. She couldn’t imagine life without them and they were her one pride, her one true vanity. She loved them dearly and was proud of them, it was the only thing about her that she deemed good enough to show off. They were simple white, but around the edges they were faintly a golden color, and every now and then you’d find a fleck of black randomly thrown in it.
She turned her face from the sky for a moment. The sun had just peaked out from behind a crack in the clouds and hit her square in her left eye. She winced in pain of the sudden intensity and clasped her hand to it. The pain was gone instantly but she still saw some sort of weird color distortion. Like little spots, except that they were hues of green and blue and being semi transparent they changed the color of whatever she looked at slightly. She blinked several times trying to get rid of it but couldn’t, the blinking only seemed to make it worse. In fact at this moment it looked like she was making winking motions at everyone below her. She thinned out her lips still smiling, but in obvious frustration at something.