Jul 28, 2010 23:46
[ At first, the only image to appear in Aether's journal is the late morning sky, a beautiful blue decorated with white outlines of passing clouds. The sounds in the background are few and far between - the animals and birds are more interested in hiding from the heat than making noise, turning the soundscape into one of soft rippling water...
Indeed, Aether is near the southern lake, where there is at least some salvation from the scorching summer heat. ]
This weather is ridiculous. [ His hand hovers over the journal, lets several droplets of water fall onto the paper and finally descends to rest on the diary. ] Even the lake surface feels as if it's boiling.
[ A soft sigh and his hand slips away as he rolls onto his back. A few moments of silence, and he finally concludes. ]
. . . It won't last, will it? This is my first summer, and yet I already want it to be the last.
luceti