Post by Rowan Sibyl Roi on Mar 30, 2016 20:50:19 GMT -5
we are the keepers of their destiny
Is it any wonder why princes and kings are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings?
It took mere seconds for Rowan to jump from one location to the other. Looking around at the new destination, Rowan hummed softly to herself. "How the Mighty Fall.." While her scenery had changed, the lingering curious sensations still crawled over her skin. Those eyes that had been looking back at her on the Immortals Island were familiar. A glance she recognized..But the question was, from where? Who was this mysterious man, and how did she remember someone who she didn't recognize. Those eyes though... Pressing her lips together, Rowan slowly looked up to now observe the new scenery. The Garden of the Immortals. Despite the fact that blood has stained the once pure demeanor of the island, this garden was untouched. The vines stood tall as they wrapped themselves over the various walls that protected the plants from harsh weather. The roses spread their petals wide to catch any moisture that lingered in the air. There was a sense of peace in this small location.
In times of great war, it seemed everyone would pretend to be closer when in reality...They all were actually falling apart. While Rowan did appreciate Claire and Ian's friendship, she felt their bond stretching like a rubber band. The strain between the direction they were going only had so many outcomes. One would be painfully they would snap back together...The other option was, the rubber band would break under the great strain. Looking up to the moon, a small frown fell upon her lips. Only time would tell what the moon had in store for their new found freedom from the hunters.
In times of great war, it seemed everyone would pretend to be closer when in reality...They all were actually falling apart. While Rowan did appreciate Claire and Ian's friendship, she felt their bond stretching like a rubber band. The strain between the direction they were going only had so many outcomes. One would be painfully they would snap back together...The other option was, the rubber band would break under the great strain. Looking up to the moon, a small frown fell upon her lips. Only time would tell what the moon had in store for their new found freedom from the hunters.