Post by Akree on Aug 17, 2008 15:43:27 GMT -5
Everything had to be perfect, absolutely perfect. She wanted to see everything as perfect as perfect can be. In fact she wanted it to be defined as perfect. Xai was busy flipping over rocks and carefully stuffing leaves where the rocks where, then flipping the rocks over again to their original position. The reason of this could not be defined, she was simply doing it, because it seemed important to her.
-"Ugly little thing" she muttered as she spotted a flower on her way.
Angrily she stomped it until it was flat against the ground. She turned away with a satisfied smile. Today was an important day. Why you ask? Today was her dead love's birthday and she was sure his spirit would come to visit Sallin, everything had to be perfect.
She continued her flipping of rocks and stuffing of leaves for long minutes. Stopping occasionally to look at her masterpiece and to stop some flowers. Her light brown coat was by now, covered in all sorts of twigs and leaves. She stopped to look at her coat.
-"IDIOT" she barked at herself "Look at what you've done!"
Angrily, she began taking the twigs and leaves off and in turn grooming her coat. After long minutes of her grooming session, she stopped, pleased with herself. Now she turned to rocks again, looking carefully at them. Then beginning with the tedious task of flipping them over, stuffing leaves where they once where and flipping the rocks back to its original position.
-"Ugly little thing" she muttered as she spotted a flower on her way.
Angrily she stomped it until it was flat against the ground. She turned away with a satisfied smile. Today was an important day. Why you ask? Today was her dead love's birthday and she was sure his spirit would come to visit Sallin, everything had to be perfect.
She continued her flipping of rocks and stuffing of leaves for long minutes. Stopping occasionally to look at her masterpiece and to stop some flowers. Her light brown coat was by now, covered in all sorts of twigs and leaves. She stopped to look at her coat.
-"IDIOT" she barked at herself "Look at what you've done!"
Angrily, she began taking the twigs and leaves off and in turn grooming her coat. After long minutes of her grooming session, she stopped, pleased with herself. Now she turned to rocks again, looking carefully at them. Then beginning with the tedious task of flipping them over, stuffing leaves where they once where and flipping the rocks back to its original position.