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the_bigshow 4A Once in a Blue Moon
Apr. 11th, 2008 11:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sacredeyesWarmth was in the air as was the pale light of a nearly full moon. Peninnah had not often felt restless as she did tonight. It wasn’t a need to move but to shed the coverings. Her life was spent in hiding. Necessary it was but not something she liked. Sometimes it felt like a lie and others just an annoyance. Tonight she could stand neither as she stood in the church gardens.
Everything seemed to vibrate in the silver light. The pulse wasn’t something she could resist. Reaching up she freed the veil. The thin fabric fluttered to the ground glistening red in the light. Her nerves jolted but she continued on. The head wrap slid free allowing the mounds of dark curls to spill out and down her back. It too was discarded. Still the comfort of being hidden remained. Her facial features, though striking, were not the ones she feared.
Her hands trembled on the broach holding her robes in place. The fear of being seen threatened to outweigh the desire to stand under the stars as she wished even for just a moment or a night. Finally the courage came to undo the clasp. The mounds of fabric slid from her to a pile in the damp grass. In the white linen sheath she wore beneath was all that covered her. For once she stood as she wanted, dressed as a normal person. Peninnah gently unfurled her wings, stretching for a moment. The freedom was exhilarating but the fear was overwhelming.
All she could think of was someone seeing her as she was. On that alone she feared for the worst. Despite the feelings gnawing at her she padded lightly across the gravel and sat just beyond the edge of the light. The moon still hung high in the sky. She had hours to enjoy this freedom while most of the city slept. The damp grass felt good against her skin. Laying out she rolled in it purring contently. Even if she appeared human her heart and mind remained feline. As she sprawled in the moonlight the tug of the sun pulled on her. What she would give to lie on a sunny balcony as she once had.
Peninnah couldn’t risk the sun but the moon she could. Rare still was the times when she let go and spent a few lost moments comfortable and free of her self imposed cage. She treasured them. As her gray eyes shone in the light she hoped one day there would be someone to share her secrets and tell her it wasn’t a lie she lived. Lost in the moment those thoughts could wait until morning.
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Everything seemed to vibrate in the silver light. The pulse wasn’t something she could resist. Reaching up she freed the veil. The thin fabric fluttered to the ground glistening red in the light. Her nerves jolted but she continued on. The head wrap slid free allowing the mounds of dark curls to spill out and down her back. It too was discarded. Still the comfort of being hidden remained. Her facial features, though striking, were not the ones she feared.
Her hands trembled on the broach holding her robes in place. The fear of being seen threatened to outweigh the desire to stand under the stars as she wished even for just a moment or a night. Finally the courage came to undo the clasp. The mounds of fabric slid from her to a pile in the damp grass. In the white linen sheath she wore beneath was all that covered her. For once she stood as she wanted, dressed as a normal person. Peninnah gently unfurled her wings, stretching for a moment. The freedom was exhilarating but the fear was overwhelming.
All she could think of was someone seeing her as she was. On that alone she feared for the worst. Despite the feelings gnawing at her she padded lightly across the gravel and sat just beyond the edge of the light. The moon still hung high in the sky. She had hours to enjoy this freedom while most of the city slept. The damp grass felt good against her skin. Laying out she rolled in it purring contently. Even if she appeared human her heart and mind remained feline. As she sprawled in the moonlight the tug of the sun pulled on her. What she would give to lie on a sunny balcony as she once had.
Peninnah couldn’t risk the sun but the moon she could. Rare still was the times when she let go and spent a few lost moments comfortable and free of her self imposed cage. She treasured them. As her gray eyes shone in the light she hoped one day there would be someone to share her secrets and tell her it wasn’t a lie she lived. Lost in the moment those thoughts could wait until morning.
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