Post by :: Pandie :: on Aug 22, 2009 18:24:28 GMT -5
Paige
The breeze outside prevented any chance of moving around without notice. Her gown flapped in the wind, and even her hair seemed to whip around her, no matter which direction she chose to face. Let's face it, the cooling temperature wasn't exactly a welcome mat.
Paige stood with her back to the forest she had just weathered, her gaze locked on whatever may or may not lay ahead, and what a road it promised to be.
Her back still stung, the first of pain that Paige had felt in centuries. Pain that she had witnessed time and time again, for lifetimes. Pain she was actually enjoying. Well, I mean, come on. When you hadn't felt anything for so long, a little pain was remarkable.
Her brown eye's kept shifting around her, Left, right, forward, even backwards over her right shoulder. Everything looked different, and yet everything looked the same. How amazingly insigificant the eyesight of being mortal. How lacking.
Her legs were shaky, but not incapable of supporting her own weight. The lightness and ease in which she had moved with for so long was replaced with sluggish unaccustomed weight of her 5'2 frame.
The space inbetween both of her shoulder blades ached, but not an ache that was unbearable. It was more a tingling sensation, but when one had never experienced it before, it can be rather overbearing. It was impossible not to focus on it.
Not that Paige didn't try to. Afterall, there was a lot to process. A lot to understand. To experience. Paige has been mortal for all of eleven hours. Eleven hours of sitting in the forest touching every inch of her own skin. Feeling the aches. The pains. The muscules. The beauty.
Cast from the heavens, a fallen angel has much to come to grasps with before they are able to function anywhere near normal capacity. Paige wasn't the strongest. She wasn't the bravest. She wasn't the most important. No, Paige was expendable, clearly. But cast aside, nonetheless.
So, anyways. With those slow careful first time steps toddlers are famous for, Paige began her timely journey towards what lay ahead. The realm. The journey. The truth.
She could hear voices, and Paige wasn't the least bit interested in investigating. She'd watched as mortals became angry all too easily, so eager to take in the devil's hand. She'd bore witness to enough madness, that Paige knew perfectly well that she had best stay clear.
This is why she halted in her journey forward. There was a rather large open area between the forest and the nearest landmark. An open area where she would not be able to cross undetected.
Her shoulder's were tilted back too far to be considered normal. More the way snobby higherclass individuals carried themselves as if they expected to be obeyed. Her nose was angled a little too high, even with her gaze on the ground at her feet. The fallen angel all but froze.
The ache in her stomache was unlike the pain she felt elsewhere. It was almost pulsing. Constant and growing, like there were a black pit in her stomache threatening to swallow her entire being whole. To anyone else, a sure sign of hunger. To her, an unknown feeling that puzzled and annoyed her. Not that she really knew what puzzlement felt like.
Oh, she was a mess, sure, but she wasn't insane no matter how many loyal servants in the heaven's thought so. She didn't relish the idea of confrontation, and thus Paige took slow shaky steps backwards, her eye's still facing forward, scanning, searching.
Back, back back. Back to the treeline. Back to the forest. Back to the dark green shades. She' wait. She'd wait until the voices were no more. If Paige was talented in anything, it was patience. Time meant nothing to angels, and she hadn't yet grasped the concept of it, thus waiting really didn't seem that bad of an idea.
She waited. A whole thirty seconds. And then she was tired of waiting. God, hours must have passed by. Days. Weeks. Thirty seconds, no way. At least, not to Paige. Paige... Good lord, she didn't have a last name!
People would expect her to have a last name, wouldn't they?! So, while she fidgetted around a bit, while she stubbed her toe in the grass, twiddled her fingers, and then marvelled at the ability to twiddle her fingers, Paige thought. A last name was practically madatory to be human.
She waited, and she thought. Waited and thought. Waited and thought.
Finally, she decided to go simple. No point making something up she wasn't bound to remember. Paige Fallen... No no, it just didn't blend. It sounded like a statement. "Paige's Fallen." That just wouldn't do at all.
Paige Angel. Well, you couldn't get more accurate there, now could ya?! Alright, so now she had a name. She was back to thinking about waiting. God, how waiting seemed to take forever now! Forget the fainting echo of voices. She had to move!
So once again, Paige began playing peekaboo with the trunks of the trees. Poking her head out, glancing around, then disappearing behind the trunk of a nearby tree again. Out. In. Out. In. When she was satisfied there was no one lurking about, Paige took a single shaky step forward. When no one ordered her to halt in her steps, she took another. And another. Her shoulders squared, her nose up, her feet carrying her forward.
The stables lay just ahead of her, and from every direction she could see, there was no one. There were many downfalls of being an Angel cast from the heavens. Detatchment. Disgrace. No home. No friends. No family. No money, skills, or connections. Then again, there were many advantages too. Freedom, emotions, a life. No one to tell you what to think, or when to think it. No one to order you about. To serve. To worship. Freedom is a beautiful thing to those who have never had it before.
To Paige, it was but a dream. But you couldn't live off of a dream. You couldn't eat a dream. You couldn't sleep in a dream. For that, she needed the stables.
Paige cracked open the door that led into the stables just enough to poke her head between. Her eye's darted around, taking in the emptiness. Then carefully, she squeezed the rest of her frame inside and quietly closed the door behind her.
The stables was shelter from the breeze. And it seemed the only ones inside that took notice of her were the animals that couldn't scream intruder. It wasn't perfect, but it was perfect for her.
Paige selected an abandoned stall, and curled herself up onto the uncomfortable straw that littered the ground. This whole being mortal thing was exausting!
