petrichor (P)
Aug 6, 2012 10:41:33 GMT -8
Post by Yahiko on Aug 6, 2012 10:41:33 GMT -8
The assorted flora that covered the ground swayed on the whim of a gentle breeze, moving repeatedly as though touched by ripples of water. The skies were gloomily overcast with random splotches of blue bleeding through. The smell of rain still lingered around regardless of the hours that had passed since the last shower ended. The air was a bit warm, but I was still comfortable enough in my normal attire - slacks, shirt, suspenders. The usual.
I sat upon a log; a log that had once been a magnificent tree. I remembered the tree in days long passed, better days for the tree and for myself. I had only been a child, running around it's towering form, chucking stones at the apples that it bore, reading myself to sleep while laying against it's trunk. And look at the two of us now. Both remnants of our former selves. One of us was decaying mass, and the other was no longer a blissful child.
The war had touched the both of us.
I sat upon a log, reading a book. Though fascinating, what I read wasn't able to distract me from my surroundings. I was sitting in what once was a beautiful, pristine park. It had since been claimed by nature, as was the fate of most things that were ruined by combat. I had chosen this spot to meet with the cell I had been assigned to lead for a reason. It was important that we met in one of the few remaining bits of Old Kusagakure. I glanced down at the watch on my wrist and then away toward the sky.
"I do hope that they haven't gotten lost." I spoke to the wind before returning to my reading.