Post by Nyx on Dec 22, 2007 4:57:12 GMT -5
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The only sound in the entire garden was the sound of tapping black heels. It was completely silent otherwise. And the occasional breath being drawn by the female deity. Ah, how soothing the gardens were. She could always come here and her troubles would subside long enough for her to make sense of her thoughts, then figure out what she problem she was facing actually was.
This time, the problem was already known, and the problem was almost figured out. Those idiot mortals were ignoring her and her fellow deities. Not that they had ever really paid special attention to her in the first place. But oh well. They would soon enough. That was for damn sure.
Ungrateful heathens is what they were. They had ignored her, pretty much, to begin with. Just the occasional speculation on whether she or Chaos had come first. Now, they would definitely gain more respect for her! Nyx paused for a moment and rested a finger on her lips; perhaps she was obsessing to much?
Yeah.
She needed to relax. Her lips parted and she took a deep breath, and then released it. Now, no sense getting upset over nothing. Everything would be fixed shortly and all would be well. She continued walking at a slow pace, looking at all the flowers carefully. How beautiful they all were. She paused again and looked at her dress.
She was dressed a bit dark for a garden, she thought suddenly. She had on a grey, slightly tight (for it was corset like) bodice and her actual dress was black. It was somewhat similar to a flower, actually, for the dress had different 'layers' per-se. She was rather partial to the dress.
An inch thick black strip that went around her arms just below her shoulders that held her dress in place. Beneath that, on the arms, were grey puffed silk sleeves and then, beneath that (For that itself was only about an inch) were long grey-silk, see-through sleeves that were large and airy looking and stopped by the point of the centre of her hands.
All in all it was a rather fanciful outfit, to be sure. But then again, wasn’t she fanciful? A Roman Goddess of Night? The great Nyx? Yes, she was very fanciful and she cared not what others may think of her dress. She disliked dressing like a mortal. Such irritating clothes. None of it really all that comfortable! Her silks and laces would always be much more comfortable.
Around her neck was a large onyx stone set in gold, on a black strip of strong silk material. And around her waist was a string of smaller onyx stones and pearls on a golden chain. Both were her favourite pieces of jewelry and she felt they fit her dress fine. Sitting down on a bench she glanced around, wondering with mild interest if anyone was around.
In all honesty, she rather hoped not. She didn’t want to deal with anyone at the currant. No. She wished to have the garden to herself. She sighed softly and took another deep breath, inhaling the scents of the garden. How peaceful it was. It even brought her to a point where she was almost happy.
That in itself was a rarity.
The only sound in the entire garden was the sound of tapping black heels. It was completely silent otherwise. And the occasional breath being drawn by the female deity. Ah, how soothing the gardens were. She could always come here and her troubles would subside long enough for her to make sense of her thoughts, then figure out what she problem she was facing actually was.
This time, the problem was already known, and the problem was almost figured out. Those idiot mortals were ignoring her and her fellow deities. Not that they had ever really paid special attention to her in the first place. But oh well. They would soon enough. That was for damn sure.
Ungrateful heathens is what they were. They had ignored her, pretty much, to begin with. Just the occasional speculation on whether she or Chaos had come first. Now, they would definitely gain more respect for her! Nyx paused for a moment and rested a finger on her lips; perhaps she was obsessing to much?
Yeah.
She needed to relax. Her lips parted and she took a deep breath, and then released it. Now, no sense getting upset over nothing. Everything would be fixed shortly and all would be well. She continued walking at a slow pace, looking at all the flowers carefully. How beautiful they all were. She paused again and looked at her dress.
She was dressed a bit dark for a garden, she thought suddenly. She had on a grey, slightly tight (for it was corset like) bodice and her actual dress was black. It was somewhat similar to a flower, actually, for the dress had different 'layers' per-se. She was rather partial to the dress.
An inch thick black strip that went around her arms just below her shoulders that held her dress in place. Beneath that, on the arms, were grey puffed silk sleeves and then, beneath that (For that itself was only about an inch) were long grey-silk, see-through sleeves that were large and airy looking and stopped by the point of the centre of her hands.
All in all it was a rather fanciful outfit, to be sure. But then again, wasn’t she fanciful? A Roman Goddess of Night? The great Nyx? Yes, she was very fanciful and she cared not what others may think of her dress. She disliked dressing like a mortal. Such irritating clothes. None of it really all that comfortable! Her silks and laces would always be much more comfortable.
Around her neck was a large onyx stone set in gold, on a black strip of strong silk material. And around her waist was a string of smaller onyx stones and pearls on a golden chain. Both were her favourite pieces of jewelry and she felt they fit her dress fine. Sitting down on a bench she glanced around, wondering with mild interest if anyone was around.
In all honesty, she rather hoped not. She didn’t want to deal with anyone at the currant. No. She wished to have the garden to herself. She sighed softly and took another deep breath, inhaling the scents of the garden. How peaceful it was. It even brought her to a point where she was almost happy.
That in itself was a rarity.
