Post by anadkay on Apr 26, 2012 0:07:09 GMT -5
Stepping out into the early morning, Jeana took a deep breath of the dew scented air. Thinking that no one else would be awake at this time in the morning, she swept her broom across the grassy grounds at her feet. The sun had not yet risen, and wouldn’t for another fifteen minutes or so, allowing Jeana to take her time to enjoy the small pleasures of early morning. Off in the distance, she could hear the owls hooting softly as other birds quacked over the catch of the day. Early bird and all that. This morning was an exceptionally good one for the worm hawks as there was rain in the forecast and the extra moisture made it all the more inviting for the worms to peek up and out of the grounds.
“The Archers Arrow” – the brand of broom she carried at the moment – was known for its speed through the air. Normally, she would be sporting her “Sky Dancer; 360,” named for its maneuverability, but this morning she wanted to speed into the clouds to watch their colors change from a more personal point of view. So, taking her time to listen to the grass squelch quietly beneath her soft brown leather riding boots, she made her way to the open field. Her long black woolen coat covered her mid weight cotton tee and blue denim jeans easy enough, but still she had pulled an over sized, somewhat itchy cotton beret over her ears. A pair of soft leather gloves protected her hands from both the chill and the potential of slips and splinters.
Taking another deep breath, she mounted her broom and kicked the ground hard. Shooting up into the air, she could hardly contain the squeak of excitement that escaped her throat. With the flapping of loose cloth, she lapped the space between the lake and the forest a few times to wake herself up.
“The Archers Arrow” – the brand of broom she carried at the moment – was known for its speed through the air. Normally, she would be sporting her “Sky Dancer; 360,” named for its maneuverability, but this morning she wanted to speed into the clouds to watch their colors change from a more personal point of view. So, taking her time to listen to the grass squelch quietly beneath her soft brown leather riding boots, she made her way to the open field. Her long black woolen coat covered her mid weight cotton tee and blue denim jeans easy enough, but still she had pulled an over sized, somewhat itchy cotton beret over her ears. A pair of soft leather gloves protected her hands from both the chill and the potential of slips and splinters.
Taking another deep breath, she mounted her broom and kicked the ground hard. Shooting up into the air, she could hardly contain the squeak of excitement that escaped her throat. With the flapping of loose cloth, she lapped the space between the lake and the forest a few times to wake herself up.