04-20-2019, 08:25 PM
The train sped from the city like a knifeblade. Late afternoon was a poor time to begin the whimsy of such a journey, not least when she found herself unsure exactly where she was headed. Leningradsky, Moscow’s oldest and most imposing station, had been teeming with commuters headed home when she wandered beneath the glowing departure screens, other passengers jostling her shoulders while she let instinct nudge her direction. Indecision rooted her for a long time, pulling a frown to her expression. The question of what the hell she was doing almost tugged her away, but in the end the impulse of her curiosity proved the stronger force.
Now starlight streamed beyond the window. Shadow engulfed the drawings littering her table, idle passings of the time. A great black stone curved into the sky, the sneer of faces hidden in its smooth surface. Stranger images had followed, disembodied and more tribal than anything she usually drew. Her thoughts fluttered curiously around meaning, but nothing significant stirred, and she soon grew tired of contemplating it. A yawn threatened. The carriage was quiet around her. She’d spoken to Nox some time ago, the remnants of that happy conversation lulling her into a content mood. He needed some good luck.
She slept most of the journey north, head cradled by her jacket wedged against the window. Moskovsky Vokzal must have already passed by, because when her bleary gaze was pierced by the welcoming arms of sunrise it was countryside whizzing past her nose not the urban crawl of St. Petersburg. She ran a hand over her face, sucking in a sigh. Aches dug into her shoulders, blazing like fire when she shifted to lean on the table. Her legs kicked out as she checked her wallet for the time. Just gone 7am, and still hours to go before terminus.
“Great idea, Thal.” She pushed the stray curls from her face, smoothing both her hands over her head. Idly she pawed through yesterday’s drawings, pulling free a clean sheet.
Now starlight streamed beyond the window. Shadow engulfed the drawings littering her table, idle passings of the time. A great black stone curved into the sky, the sneer of faces hidden in its smooth surface. Stranger images had followed, disembodied and more tribal than anything she usually drew. Her thoughts fluttered curiously around meaning, but nothing significant stirred, and she soon grew tired of contemplating it. A yawn threatened. The carriage was quiet around her. She’d spoken to Nox some time ago, the remnants of that happy conversation lulling her into a content mood. He needed some good luck.
She slept most of the journey north, head cradled by her jacket wedged against the window. Moskovsky Vokzal must have already passed by, because when her bleary gaze was pierced by the welcoming arms of sunrise it was countryside whizzing past her nose not the urban crawl of St. Petersburg. She ran a hand over her face, sucking in a sigh. Aches dug into her shoulders, blazing like fire when she shifted to lean on the table. Her legs kicked out as she checked her wallet for the time. Just gone 7am, and still hours to go before terminus.
“Great idea, Thal.” She pushed the stray curls from her face, smoothing both her hands over her head. Idly she pawed through yesterday’s drawings, pulling free a clean sheet.