Asa Loko
Lightning
A gentle breeze came over the green and sandy landscape, that was right next to the shore. The salty smell of the sea was filling the air, while the sound of the whistling wind was everywhere to be heard. The high grass and the trees' leaves started rustling, drowning the faint sound of waves crashing against the beach. The breeze stopped for a moment. Seagulls were crying and the sound of footsteps arose. Calmly and with well-chosen steps, the woman's feet carried her along the non-paved path, that was leading her somewhere further north.
It was evening, clearly visible by the blood red sky above her head. Also indicated by the setting sun, which was the cause of the change in color the sky experienced at this late hour. Nothing unordinary, in fact, completely common. Nonetheless, the woman who was walking there disliked the tone of color. It was unsettling for her. But she didn't have time to ponder all too much about this. Soon night would settle in and monsters would come out of their hiding places. She had a katana with her, resting at her side. Tightly secured within its fancy, black scabbard, that had a flower pattern on it. So it was most likely she knew how to defend herself. Instead, it was rather the fact, that she wanted to sleep. Her legs grew more and more tired with each step.
A sigh left the blue-haired woman's throat, as she placed her left forearm onto the sword's hilt. There, the limb that was covered in in smooth fabric throned on the weapon, like a queen did on her royal seat. She heard rustling from within the high-grass, but there was no wind. It was obvious to her, that something non-human must have been the sound's source. Fast steps, not made by paws like from a dog's or bear's. No, steps made by sandals, just like the woman's own movements. She came to a halt and kept facing forward, her right hand reached towards the sword's hilt, while her left was moving further down. Holding onto the scabbard, as she awaited the person's move.
(If you read until here and feel like jumping right into this scene, feel free to do so without asking me for permission! All you need to know is that it's gonna be high-fantasy. If you really feel like questions, just DM me)
It was evening, clearly visible by the blood red sky above her head. Also indicated by the setting sun, which was the cause of the change in color the sky experienced at this late hour. Nothing unordinary, in fact, completely common. Nonetheless, the woman who was walking there disliked the tone of color. It was unsettling for her. But she didn't have time to ponder all too much about this. Soon night would settle in and monsters would come out of their hiding places. She had a katana with her, resting at her side. Tightly secured within its fancy, black scabbard, that had a flower pattern on it. So it was most likely she knew how to defend herself. Instead, it was rather the fact, that she wanted to sleep. Her legs grew more and more tired with each step.
A sigh left the blue-haired woman's throat, as she placed her left forearm onto the sword's hilt. There, the limb that was covered in in smooth fabric throned on the weapon, like a queen did on her royal seat. She heard rustling from within the high-grass, but there was no wind. It was obvious to her, that something non-human must have been the sound's source. Fast steps, not made by paws like from a dog's or bear's. No, steps made by sandals, just like the woman's own movements. She came to a halt and kept facing forward, her right hand reached towards the sword's hilt, while her left was moving further down. Holding onto the scabbard, as she awaited the person's move.
(If you read until here and feel like jumping right into this scene, feel free to do so without asking me for permission! All you need to know is that it's gonna be high-fantasy. If you really feel like questions, just DM me)