Pixie sat there in the blazing hot sun, just sat there. She was sitting on the ground, eyes closed. She was breathing slowly and steadily. Her chest inflated, then deflated. Her multi-coulored hair shimmered in the sunlight.
Her hands were on her sword, even though it was sheathed, she held it as carefuly as if it was the bare blade of a freshly-sharpened sabre.
She was thinking about her last few years of life.
About how she had spent them. If she could have done it better.
Who will ever know, she thought.
She opened her eyes, she had positioned herself so that she would be able to see the fleeing rays of the sun as it drifted below the horizon.
She almost wanted to chase after it. It was the deeply buried young kuhna instinct, threatening to rise to the surface...
But after the sun had set, and the sky gone dark, the urge faded and vanished.
Rising to her feet, she fastened the rapier to her waist.
She looked into the sky, stars were just beginning to show themselves. The Awakening as she had heard it called once.
Then, she just ran. Ran in no particular direction, looking for nothing.
Right now, she wanted nothing more than to do something dangerous, something that required concentretion and grace. And hopefully pain or physical strain, any physical pain she could deal with. She understood that pain, but pain withing the mind- well... she just couldn't bare it.
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