Gargoyle dreams (open for Rp)
Corwin's words had stayed with Peninnah. He had said she should share the world as she saw it. Peninnah had not known how to share what she saw. To the mortal eyes it would be a dream or a nightmare perhaps. However it was to be seen the desire to share it was there in her mind. It took time to locate a piece of stone that she could acquire for free. It arrived and was placed in the sanctuary upon a table where she could work on the sculpture in relative private.
She walked around the stone piece. She could feel the stone. She knew it as she knew a close friend. Time had passed since she had sculpted. So much time had passed since she used any of the powers that made her what she was. She brushed her fingers over the surface. The stone bent to her touch like soft clay despite the grayish luster that marked it as marble.
Slowly a form came from the stone as her fingers worked over the cool surface. The shape of a crumbled church took form. The windows were gone but the details were there in every detail. Her pace slowed as she worked in the details of engravings, buttresses and the altar laying broken within. These were the dreams of a gargoyle. It was one of the many things she saw when her eyes closed.
Unaware of her environment Peninnah continued working on the piece. Once the creativity had begun she cold not stop working.
She walked around the stone piece. She could feel the stone. She knew it as she knew a close friend. Time had passed since she had sculpted. So much time had passed since she used any of the powers that made her what she was. She brushed her fingers over the surface. The stone bent to her touch like soft clay despite the grayish luster that marked it as marble.
Slowly a form came from the stone as her fingers worked over the cool surface. The shape of a crumbled church took form. The windows were gone but the details were there in every detail. Her pace slowed as she worked in the details of engravings, buttresses and the altar laying broken within. These were the dreams of a gargoyle. It was one of the many things she saw when her eyes closed.
Unaware of her environment Peninnah continued working on the piece. Once the creativity had begun she cold not stop working.