Welcome back, got another RP for you. It's one of those things we've all done or experienced I suppose. Looking at the sky and whatever your mind is thinking about, even without us realizing it, it presents to us. Enjoy!
A Moment of Peace
Leafing through the pages of various ledgers and piles of scrolls containing the words of many Nobles across the continent Asher pushed himself off from the table and leaned back into the chair he was sat in. His head turned towards the opened window on his left and beheld the sky. slugging and puffy clouds gently gliding along in one of the most tranquil processions ever put on display. Countless let not busy. It made him wonder if that's how he should see the stacks of correspondence and information sent to him. He grinned at the thought. Of course not. How could it? Those letters contained the thoughts of men and women, not raindrops. Neither were those thoughts tranquil in the least.
Feeling a wave of apathy wash over him he resolved to to take a break from it. Standing up and walking towards the window he let the cool breeze from the northern Scio hinterlands refresh his mind as it caressed his closed eyes like the water touched lips of a caring lover. Pushing his golden hair gently beyond the rise of his shoulders and along with it, pushing aside any worry that lingered among his thoughts. He let out a soft sight. His hands feeling the painted, wooden frame of the window. A wandering finger feeling a flake of paint poised to break way from the whole.
When he opened his eyes again one of the clouds stood out to him. Blinking, he tried to figure out why it did. It had an odd shape, like it was draped with long ivy or very extended waves reminiscent of a waterfall. White, pearly and long. Flowing under the careful guidance of the wind. His nostrils added to the image that was developing as it sensed the fragrance of flowers from below. Features started to appear in the could. A sensual curve down from the center bottom of it. Like a path that led upwards towards an outcropping of very smooth rock. A staging point but not quite. It transitioned into a soft field of cotton. Where some bunches were greater than others and all blended together in some strange sort of harmony.
Eyes appeared. Like green apples for some reason at first. Then they became blue and the rock outcrop conjured a smile. The cloud was looking at him and smiling. The waterfall that framed it morphed into golden curls that playfully framed the innocent and youthful face. Asher stood dumbstruck as he felt a tinge of a blush and uncertainty assail him. Was this sorcery or daydreaming? He look on. Marveling at the apparition of nature high in the sky. After a while a name came to him, Glory. It made him smile.
Returning from his musing Asher sat back down and resumed his duties. These letters won't write themselves after all.
