Post by Magda on Aug 5, 2009 17:51:36 GMT -5
Magda had never been here before. She’d heard things about it, how it came from nowhere, how it doesn’t belong in the city, how it’s very existence wasn’t natural to this world. She’d had things on her mind recently, and it wasn’t at all like Magda not to investigate something that didn’t quite add up. She astounded herself by being new to a place that apparently plenty other citizens of New York were already aware of. Magda glanced up from a footprint in the dirt that lay on the banks of the massive pool. Above her head, water flowed from a cloud, and the thundering downpour of the water was audible a long way away. The sheer weight of the water crashing into the pool below kicked up a massive amount of foam and spray, so much that the tiny droplets formed a curious mist that shrouded the base of the waterfall in fog that crept out across the surface of the water towards her. Magda ran her hand across one of the stones that rimmed the pool, the surface worn smooth. These had been put here by hand, as had the slabs that formed the mouth.
Still kneeling, Magda shrugged the rucksack from her bag and drew out a map of the city. She spread it over the footprint carelessly, locating where she was. She was supposed to be standing in the middle of a residential block, but Magda looked up again, quiet disbelief written on her face. This part of the inner city had just vanished, and in its place was... this. Her deep green eyes reflected the shine of the clear, falling water, flashing like molten mirror in the fading sunlight. The sun was a semicircle on the horizon, lighting the western half of the sky in vermilion and gold whilst the other half was consumed by velvety indigo-black.
Magda quickly folded up the map again, put it in her bag. Her hand twitched to the gun at her hip, wary for a moment as she regarded the silent surroundings. She was outside pack protection these days, and she was alone out here without Davis or Stramnnar out here to help watch her back. She didn’t need help, though. You didn’t survive this much if you couldn’t at least protect yourself. The Lycaness stood slowly, scenting the air and listening to the sounds around her. Over the rumble of the waterfall, the air seemed quiet enough. Her nose told her that there were one or two people around, but they were not close enough to warrant her full attention. Her agitation stifled, she turned her gaze back to the glittering falls.
She stared at the water for a long time, and then, overcome by a sudden curiosity, she bent over, pulled off her thick leather boots, and rolled up her jeans to her calves. Then, shrugging off her leather jacket, she went wading into the pool, moving from the shallow end formed by the smooth stone slabs. Magda suspected that during the daytime, under a scorching late summer sun, the water might have been pleasantly warm, but now it was freezing, attacking her toes with the sort of icy coldness that caused a deep ache to spread through her feet and make it's way up past her ankles. She skilfully supressed a shiver, instead pressing herself onwards until the water lapped at her calves and the water was so cold it hurt.
Still kneeling, Magda shrugged the rucksack from her bag and drew out a map of the city. She spread it over the footprint carelessly, locating where she was. She was supposed to be standing in the middle of a residential block, but Magda looked up again, quiet disbelief written on her face. This part of the inner city had just vanished, and in its place was... this. Her deep green eyes reflected the shine of the clear, falling water, flashing like molten mirror in the fading sunlight. The sun was a semicircle on the horizon, lighting the western half of the sky in vermilion and gold whilst the other half was consumed by velvety indigo-black.
Magda quickly folded up the map again, put it in her bag. Her hand twitched to the gun at her hip, wary for a moment as she regarded the silent surroundings. She was outside pack protection these days, and she was alone out here without Davis or Stramnnar out here to help watch her back. She didn’t need help, though. You didn’t survive this much if you couldn’t at least protect yourself. The Lycaness stood slowly, scenting the air and listening to the sounds around her. Over the rumble of the waterfall, the air seemed quiet enough. Her nose told her that there were one or two people around, but they were not close enough to warrant her full attention. Her agitation stifled, she turned her gaze back to the glittering falls.
She stared at the water for a long time, and then, overcome by a sudden curiosity, she bent over, pulled off her thick leather boots, and rolled up her jeans to her calves. Then, shrugging off her leather jacket, she went wading into the pool, moving from the shallow end formed by the smooth stone slabs. Magda suspected that during the daytime, under a scorching late summer sun, the water might have been pleasantly warm, but now it was freezing, attacking her toes with the sort of icy coldness that caused a deep ache to spread through her feet and make it's way up past her ankles. She skilfully supressed a shiver, instead pressing herself onwards until the water lapped at her calves and the water was so cold it hurt.