Post by Teagan on Oct 3, 2016 16:09:44 GMT -5
Imani Omiata hugged a gray thermos to her chest as she shuffled up to the cemetery. She waved briefly to the gravekeeper as he clipped rotting flowers from a row of bushes. Since she came here since she was little to visit her "mom," she wasn't a stranger here. Since her mother's spirit was usually floating around her dad, her mom wasn't really here, but a grave was. The city was probably kind enough to grant them one because she died shortly after arriving to this plane.
She had an alternate reason for coming here: this place was still more quiet and peaceful than being at home with her drunk dad as hoodlums and gangsters howled and broke things next door.
Imani stepped through the grass and up to the steps of a mausoleum. She straightened out her denim dress and plopped herself down on the top step. The sunlight, cool breeze, and fresh air were way better than anything at home.
She carefully unscrewed the thermos and poured a portion into the cup-lid. She meekly sipped the green tea. Was green tea supposed to taste so cold and bitter? Smacking her lips and scrunching up her face, she meekly dipped her pointer finger into the cup.
"Warm thoughts, warm thoughts, warm thoughts," she mumbled to herself.
Ghosts in the graveyard were generally much quieter than the ones around the city, so it was a great place to study (in her mind). Nice and quiet... Although there were plenty of souls, they mostly minded their own business and only rarely ruffled her feathers--until nighttime, anyway. She concentrated steadily, practicing her transmutation skill and trying to raise her level.
She had an alternate reason for coming here: this place was still more quiet and peaceful than being at home with her drunk dad as hoodlums and gangsters howled and broke things next door.
Imani stepped through the grass and up to the steps of a mausoleum. She straightened out her denim dress and plopped herself down on the top step. The sunlight, cool breeze, and fresh air were way better than anything at home.
She carefully unscrewed the thermos and poured a portion into the cup-lid. She meekly sipped the green tea. Was green tea supposed to taste so cold and bitter? Smacking her lips and scrunching up her face, she meekly dipped her pointer finger into the cup.
"Warm thoughts, warm thoughts, warm thoughts," she mumbled to herself.
Ghosts in the graveyard were generally much quieter than the ones around the city, so it was a great place to study (in her mind). Nice and quiet... Although there were plenty of souls, they mostly minded their own business and only rarely ruffled her feathers--until nighttime, anyway. She concentrated steadily, practicing her transmutation skill and trying to raise her level.