Post by Mikayla Wills on Jul 20, 2007 12:14:00 GMT -5
Mikayla pushed opened the gate of Kenwood Park and strolled into the sheets of green grass, a look of wonder upon her face as she did so. It had been a while since she had been here and the many welling emotions were almost too much.
The weather was dreary, the sky cloudy and grey, the ground damp and muddy. All in all, it wasn't a typical summers day in San Francisco, around her, the rain pounded to the floor, hamering onto her skin until she was sure it would be red raw from the mere presure of it. The Park, unsurprisinly was empty, and that was how she wanted. Mikayla believed in the spirital powers the park gave, she felt in enhanced her magic and taught her how to control her active powers. Home was for Potion brewing and Spell casting.
But here, in this park, with all the elements around her, she felt that power was soaring through the skies, and if she were to have any better chance than this, it would be a miracle.
She looked around, Wood, earth, water and air... All she needed was fire, but four out of five was just as good. She half wondered if she ought to draw a Pentagram onto her place of practice. But thought against it, and continued onward.
Mikayla stopped, hidden behind a willow tree, swooping low over the ground, makesure she should anyone enter, she would be warned first, giving her chance to make herself Invisable or an Animal, away from anyone who would see her for what she was... A witch.
Eyes closed and listening only to the sound of the rain hitting the ground around her, and to the beating of her own heart, till finally her voice was added to the mixture as she breathed. "Cat."
The weather was dreary, the sky cloudy and grey, the ground damp and muddy. All in all, it wasn't a typical summers day in San Francisco, around her, the rain pounded to the floor, hamering onto her skin until she was sure it would be red raw from the mere presure of it. The Park, unsurprisinly was empty, and that was how she wanted. Mikayla believed in the spirital powers the park gave, she felt in enhanced her magic and taught her how to control her active powers. Home was for Potion brewing and Spell casting.
But here, in this park, with all the elements around her, she felt that power was soaring through the skies, and if she were to have any better chance than this, it would be a miracle.
She looked around, Wood, earth, water and air... All she needed was fire, but four out of five was just as good. She half wondered if she ought to draw a Pentagram onto her place of practice. But thought against it, and continued onward.
Mikayla stopped, hidden behind a willow tree, swooping low over the ground, makesure she should anyone enter, she would be warned first, giving her chance to make herself Invisable or an Animal, away from anyone who would see her for what she was... A witch.
Eyes closed and listening only to the sound of the rain hitting the ground around her, and to the beating of her own heart, till finally her voice was added to the mixture as she breathed. "Cat."