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Post by marci on Jul 25, 2011 15:38:29 GMT -5
Life was a joke. A joke, and the girl couldn't decide whether she believed it to be the good or the bad kind. Whatever this war had done, it had not given her the privilege of warning her before anything happened. This school was odd, these people were odd, her life was just kinda odd. And as she thought of this Elaine couldn't help but gain a bit of a smile, her previous gloomy thoughts wafting away from her as though on a breeze. She imagine flowers in her wind, leaves dipping in and out of the currents with either glee or dejection, she never could tell. Hm...what was going on with her these days?
Early spring was on of the most beautiful times of the year, she thought. So many smells, and sounds, deprived from her for weeks and months, bloomed with the beginning of April. And it always smelled like rain, so long as there was a window to allow the scent to enter. Now that she was having a hard time with everything, the scent of rain was a relieving thing. It made her feel light, and it made her feel clean, and free. As though, despite her disability, she didn't have to worry about safety because nothing would attack her. As though there would always be something or someone around to help her. As though some strange and untouchable entity was with her. Or maybe it was just herself.
On this day off, Elaine had given up on worrying. School and war and Alex and Ace and kissing and the brace on her right arm—none of it mattered right now. The way she had when she was younger, walking out in her backyard in the rain, the blind girl was meandering toward the wilderness, to where the trees were thin and there was little chance of anything attacking. Her feet carried her slowly, a contented smile on her face as she just thought about everything and nothing. Everything interesting, nothing important. It was high time she did this for herself again.
Just from sniffing the air, Elaine was able to tell it would start drizzling within the next fifteen minutes. The air wasn't heavy with rain, however, so she guess that this would just be a light shower, not a downpour like in the past few days. The ground was ever so slightly slippery under her feet, but when she started feeling unstable she would start up a brief current through the air, get the layout again, and regain her balance. It may have looked funny from a distance, but the girl didn't really care how she looked. She had never really cared how she looked.
She reached the edges of the wild, found herself a tree to lean against and stayed like that for awhile. She could feel gentle breezes against her arms and face, but for now she ignored them. What Elaine wanted was for the rain to start falling, to feel it on her face and her hands. When she'd been younger she'd danced in the rain. It was one of the few things she could do actively without worrying about injuring herself. For some reason, she could stay on her feet when she danced. And with the help of her wind every now and then, she could keep herself from tripping on anything.
Soon, the rain was falling with a little patter on the newly budding leaves. That, mingled with the rustle of the wind in the trees, was like music to her ears. But instead of dancing, she pulled her weight back onto her own two feet and stepped a little bit away from the tree. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, Elaine reached out and caught a breeze that was wending it's way through the forest. She sped it up, moving her body with it as it twisted around her and blasted straight into the air. Some dirt and dust came with it, but it was easy enough to keep that from her skin. The true result of that movement was the leaves and branches of the trees rattling with the force of the gust. The maple she was just under reached to the sky for a moment, then relaxed.
Elaine grinned, allowing the rain she'd shoved upward and away from her to fall on her again. Goodness, she didn't care that she was getting wet. The wind student laughed like a little girl. She felt safe enough in her momentary solitude that her walls had come down for a moment, and her capacity to marvel at the simple things had returned to her. There was a short pause, then the girl caught another breeze and started moving it in slow circles and patterns that only she could see. Since she was controlling it now, she could see with it. And since she could see with it, she was safely able to move with the wind, taking slow, deliberately balanced steps without having to worry about invisible obstacles. Before long, she was performing a sort of slow motion dance, her arms moving gracefully with the commands she was giving her wind, her legs moving with similar balance, and a light, carefree smile hovering over her features.
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