Post by Vanya on Feb 20, 2016 22:58:22 GMT -5
The salt-filled breeze carried Vanya closer and closer to her destination, a small island east of Canada, not labeled on any maps. She was sure this was the correct location, since it had been on the card she'd received. However, she was beginning to tire from this flight. Vanya had never flown such a long distance, especially by herself. But she was thoroughly determined to complete her personal quest, even if that meant swimming there. Vanya stretched her large white wings as far out as she could, gliding along the sea breeze.
The feeling of flight was.. liberating. It was strange feeling, the sense of freedom she felt. No one to tell her what to do or where to go. It wasn't as if she was a prisoner, in any sense. Abigail allowed her as much freedom as could be, provided in the state they were in. Vanya never felt confined at home, but she always felt that there was just.. more out there, out in the world. Even though she was so young when she lost her mother, Vanya had always felt a sense of emptiness, as if she was lost. She'd been far too young to understand the concept of death when she was a child, but now, Vanya was all grown up. Death was merely the next step of life, ironically.
Vanya wrinkled her nose as flurries of white began to land on her face, cold to the touch. Snow? The sudden change in weather was strange, and obviously unnatural. Looking ahead of her, Vanya could see that the storm was obviously worsening the closer she got to her destination. She gripped her cloak tighter around herself, willing her wings to keep going through the storm. The strong gusts began to pull her across the sky, and Vanya wasn't strong enough to fight against it. It was as if the storm was attempting to push her away, keeping her from the island. Letting out a shaky breath, Vanya wiped the snow accumulating on her face away with her wrist, glaring into the storm.
In just a few moments, the flurries had turned into a downpour, a white wall blocking her way to the island. Bracing herself, Vanya suddenly folded her wings in, allowing herself to begin falling towards the water. Just before she could break the surface, Vanya stretched her wings out once again, the gusts lifting her up once more. Her teeth chattered, her fingers and cheeks going numb from the icy onslaught. After several repeats of this maneuver, Vanya found herself unable to continue. The storm was too much for her at this rate, and she wasn't accustomed to this weather, let alone flying through it. Closing her eyes tightly, Vanya tried to brace herself mentally for impact into the cold, hard water.
Instead, Vanya landed with a hard thud, though softer than anticipated, and rolled several feet, but felt no water around her and she finally came to a stop, lying on her back. Gripping her cloak as much as she could, Vanya shivered, and lay unmoving for several minutes before willing herself to open her eyes. Above her the wintry storm continued, though she was partly protected by a large palm tree fanned out above her. A palm tree? That meant she had to have landed on an island! Was it the island she was searching for, though? There was only one way to find out, and suddenly filled with energy, Vanya pushed herself up, shaking the snow from her body.
Looking across the snow-covered beach, Vanya began moving along the edge of the sand and plant-life. There were clear signs of inhabitants beings on the island, and Vanya used these signs as a guide, leading her to a large cave. The walls were fitted with sconces, but were no longer lit due to the wet wind and snow entering. Vanya slowly moved further into the cavern, following the dark walls to a large door. It was surprisingly easy to open, despite the wind funneling, and closed with a slam as she rushed through the opening.
The room she entered was surprisingly warm, even though the cold storm raged on just outside. Leaning heavily against the closed door, Vanya's energy finally gave out, and she allowed herself to slide down the wall, closing her eyes along the way. "Just a few minutes.." She whispered hoarsely, and within seconds she had fallen asleep, exhausted from the events leading up to this moment.
The feeling of flight was.. liberating. It was strange feeling, the sense of freedom she felt. No one to tell her what to do or where to go. It wasn't as if she was a prisoner, in any sense. Abigail allowed her as much freedom as could be, provided in the state they were in. Vanya never felt confined at home, but she always felt that there was just.. more out there, out in the world. Even though she was so young when she lost her mother, Vanya had always felt a sense of emptiness, as if she was lost. She'd been far too young to understand the concept of death when she was a child, but now, Vanya was all grown up. Death was merely the next step of life, ironically.
Vanya wrinkled her nose as flurries of white began to land on her face, cold to the touch. Snow? The sudden change in weather was strange, and obviously unnatural. Looking ahead of her, Vanya could see that the storm was obviously worsening the closer she got to her destination. She gripped her cloak tighter around herself, willing her wings to keep going through the storm. The strong gusts began to pull her across the sky, and Vanya wasn't strong enough to fight against it. It was as if the storm was attempting to push her away, keeping her from the island. Letting out a shaky breath, Vanya wiped the snow accumulating on her face away with her wrist, glaring into the storm.
In just a few moments, the flurries had turned into a downpour, a white wall blocking her way to the island. Bracing herself, Vanya suddenly folded her wings in, allowing herself to begin falling towards the water. Just before she could break the surface, Vanya stretched her wings out once again, the gusts lifting her up once more. Her teeth chattered, her fingers and cheeks going numb from the icy onslaught. After several repeats of this maneuver, Vanya found herself unable to continue. The storm was too much for her at this rate, and she wasn't accustomed to this weather, let alone flying through it. Closing her eyes tightly, Vanya tried to brace herself mentally for impact into the cold, hard water.
Instead, Vanya landed with a hard thud, though softer than anticipated, and rolled several feet, but felt no water around her and she finally came to a stop, lying on her back. Gripping her cloak as much as she could, Vanya shivered, and lay unmoving for several minutes before willing herself to open her eyes. Above her the wintry storm continued, though she was partly protected by a large palm tree fanned out above her. A palm tree? That meant she had to have landed on an island! Was it the island she was searching for, though? There was only one way to find out, and suddenly filled with energy, Vanya pushed herself up, shaking the snow from her body.
Looking across the snow-covered beach, Vanya began moving along the edge of the sand and plant-life. There were clear signs of inhabitants beings on the island, and Vanya used these signs as a guide, leading her to a large cave. The walls were fitted with sconces, but were no longer lit due to the wet wind and snow entering. Vanya slowly moved further into the cavern, following the dark walls to a large door. It was surprisingly easy to open, despite the wind funneling, and closed with a slam as she rushed through the opening.
The room she entered was surprisingly warm, even though the cold storm raged on just outside. Leaning heavily against the closed door, Vanya's energy finally gave out, and she allowed herself to slide down the wall, closing her eyes along the way. "Just a few minutes.." She whispered hoarsely, and within seconds she had fallen asleep, exhausted from the events leading up to this moment.