Nas Ne Dagoniat [Levi/Irene] Jun 11, 2014 21:15:51 GMT -5
Post by The Sidhe on Jun 11, 2014 21:15:51 GMT -5
It was a lovely day to be on the Crimean Peninsula. With only a few rolling white clouds gliding along amongst an endless expanse of blue, the sun shone brightly down over the land. Even inland amongst the rocks and forests, the light made the scenery glow. Everything appeared in high contrast with so much illumination. Pale rocks jutted out of sad looking grass at random, their surfaces smooth if cracked and worn. Some were homes for withered looking trees, sporting dry bark and unfortunate pine needles.
Beyond and around that, though, were the forests. Great woods colored in shades of orange and gold and red blanketed much of the land, breaking off suddenly at the top of a hill before it gently rolled down into a valley. Within that valley was where the town of Luchistoe would be found.
It was incredibly small. Small and old buildings that looked to be made of some combination of wood and plaster sat short against the ground, single stories everywhere with arching roofs and dangling eaves. The roads were dirt, the only thing that even resembled paving being smack in the middle near the little orthodox chapel. The dwellings began in the middle, clustered but drawing apart steadily until the little farmhouses and make-shift barns appeared. Sheep dotted one side, appearing to have been recently shorn by how light their wooly coats were. Cattle inhabited the other side of the valley, meandering slowly while others seemed intent on napping under the afternoon sun.
Only a single road led out of town. On that road, perhaps twenty minutes away by foot lingering behind a stray rock as not to be seen, was Daryna. At thirteen years old she barely managed to appear five feet tall, not having developed much of a figure yet and with a bit of roundness lingering in her face near rosy cheeks. Straight blonde hair fell in two braids to her waists, hanging over her shoulders down her front. The girl kept sneaking quick glances back at the little town she called home with dark eyes, appearing equal parts suspicious and worried. The white peasant shirt she wore glowed under the sunlight, making the red embroidery around the cinched sleeves and neckline stand out starkly. A high-waist and equally red skirt with patchwork pockets fell just below her knees, tied with a gold sash that had equally long loose ends. The boots on her feet reached just above her ankles, appearing work-worn and dusty.
Daryna stood vaguely to the side. She was just hidden enough that no one would spot her at a distance, but still in a position where she could watch. She didn’t want them to know if it wasn’t necessary. Of course it wasn’t really her decision, it was the team’s. Wearing a vague frown, she turned away and leaned back against the rock. Bad idea. It had grown hot under the sun and Daryna squeaked and drew quickly away from the shock of heat. Pouting at the offending lump of solid earth, she sighed and rolled her shoulders. They still stung a bit.
Kicking at the pale dirt, the blonde held her shoulders hunch and her gaze downcast. Her entire body felt stiff and heavy, like she’d been working out in the pastures nonstop for days. Granted she worked outside every day anyway teaching her little brother how to properly get the sheep where they needed to go, but that was beside the point. Daryna could feel her stomach doing back flips, thoughts going a mile a minute. She wanted so badly to help, and she knew exactly how much trouble she would be in if the town found out what she had done. They would never trust her again, not with their backwards bias.
Daryna couldn’t understand. Children were going missing, her friends were going missing, the little ones she looked after. Didn’t they want it to stop? Didn’t the parents want revenge? Didn’t they know they weren’t able to handle it? The image of milky eyes returned every time she blinked. Shaking her head, Daryna told herself it would be alright. Even if they didn’t listen to her idea, it would be alright. All they had to do was kill the old woman in the woods. All she had to do… Daryna deftly gripped her right wrist with her left, wringing it so hard her knuckles turned white. Her gaze slid to the ground, dark eyes appearing rim and far away.
All she had to do was hide.