Let the --studies-- begin [dead]
Jan 23, 2009 13:48:03 GMT -8
Post by aspen on Jan 23, 2009 13:48:03 GMT -8
It was a funny thing, how a group of people can accumulate with such opposition in characteristics, and yet allow trust to sweep past them. As Aspen slowly grew accustom with her new acquaintances; now could one call it trust, no, but the edginess slept as her heart rate quieted. Her musty dark eyes held little judgment as she glanced at her meal. Picking past the meats that she found no liking to while her foot tapped against the old Oakwood floors. Matt spoke with a quiet and yet strong persuasive voice. It lured her eyes to gaze at him, readily, to answer any blunt question asserted towards her.
A faint smile surpassed her lips from his dull amusement of their two trees like names. It had come to focus to her now, that that might truly be their only resemblance in each other. But, Aspen would be willing to put effort into a relation of friendship; if Willow was to do the same. The fragile girl had not taken more than a few bites till her appetite had subsided and was willed to eat no more. A few greens, but mostly the meats that she could not mustered the will to eat remained. For how can a prey like creature eat the carnage of her own kind. Her taste or natural instincts did not allow her to enjoy the tender flesh; even if her human form could digest it without incident. Placing the tray on the desk that held a mirror above its dusted surface, she assured herself, and mustered all the courage her will with held to answer Matt’s questioning. Her mind ran through the possibilities of lies, or over exaggerating the real reason, but it wasn’t like Aspen to give someone the false judgment of her.
” Well, Matt….. See, I’m a, well you could say a healer in training. I came to Bethany because of these plains, see even in the midst of these ice capped lands there are herbs that have been dried and ready for picking. People look for obvious answers; I look for the unusual ones. If that is to make sense anymore?”
Aspen blushed, a sign of insecurity with her answer. Did she look like a fool now? But it was true, aspen searched for what people have not found she didn’t rely on magic to heal wounds but upon a more natural route. A safer route for both patient and healer, Aspen didn’t have the faith to rely solely on the magic bestowed upon her.
Aspen didn’t understand why everyone was being so friendly. If they were truly here for a reason, since this wasn’t exactly a ‘vacation’ spot, wouldn’t they complain of her being in the way . Of her meek self holding them back from their true purpose of being this’ wanderer’ that they claimed to be. Then which would arise, what they were wandering to, or from. What was their purpose of being a wanderer, for every wanderer had a secret a purpose to be thus. Something they are scared of or some object holding them back of true happiness. For every mind moves forward towards a goal. Whether it is relevant to anyone but there is always a purpose. For this Aspen sensed lies and misjudgment in the air, but fear made her vocals collapse underneath them self. She could not voice what she assumed for fear she would dig to deep in a barrier that either one held around themselves.