Post by LoneWolf on Sept 17, 2009 20:20:52 GMT -8
It was dark yet the stars shone like diamonds amongst a sea of black. The crescent moon was only a sliver in the sky. Hardly giving light off. What light there was shone down on the grave stones and statues illuminating the names just slightly. Some of which were still hard to read. Among these stones was a white haired girl. Her long hair hung in disarray as she stared at all the grave stones. The girl's hair was damp from rain and dew that had started to settle.
Leaning forward she set a hand on a gravestone then stood. She looked around her with her red eyes at the many graves. Walking back along the rows she spotted an angel stone. It was interesting the way it was carved. The girl liked it here. Despite the death that hung in the air there was also life and peace. Though with some; eternal darkness. Brushing her hair back she touched the wings of the angle once she came upon it. Even though she had to reach high to do so.
"Bellissima angelo. Custodito il acquavite dalla il morto." She spoke softly. Her voice light on the soft wind. Her Italian may not be perfect but it was spoken fairly fluently. The girl loved the language and studied it a lot. She spoke it a lot; and wished that she could go to Italy some day. Maybe she would turn into a ferret and hitch a ride someday, when her mother was better. "Accorgliere miei preghiera, bellissima angelo. Signore come bene." Latin was wonderful too. But she did not speak it. Italian was what she truly knew.
"Ringraziare a te." She thanked and turned to looked out at the other graves again. "Giacere negli pesca." The girl murmured softly. She walked out a couple steps and stood; unmoving.
((Random; but I think I may just have a plot for her... XD))
Leaning forward she set a hand on a gravestone then stood. She looked around her with her red eyes at the many graves. Walking back along the rows she spotted an angel stone. It was interesting the way it was carved. The girl liked it here. Despite the death that hung in the air there was also life and peace. Though with some; eternal darkness. Brushing her hair back she touched the wings of the angle once she came upon it. Even though she had to reach high to do so.
"Bellissima angelo. Custodito il acquavite dalla il morto." She spoke softly. Her voice light on the soft wind. Her Italian may not be perfect but it was spoken fairly fluently. The girl loved the language and studied it a lot. She spoke it a lot; and wished that she could go to Italy some day. Maybe she would turn into a ferret and hitch a ride someday, when her mother was better. "Accorgliere miei preghiera, bellissima angelo. Signore come bene." Latin was wonderful too. But she did not speak it. Italian was what she truly knew.
"Ringraziare a te." She thanked and turned to looked out at the other graves again. "Giacere negli pesca." The girl murmured softly. She walked out a couple steps and stood; unmoving.
((Random; but I think I may just have a plot for her... XD))
