The Everfall Forest was so scenic this time of year... Infact it was scenic all year round. Not that it matters since we're in The City Of Inkling rather than Everfall Forest. The inhabitants of this place get madder by the day, just as most of Inkling does. Silver fish dart down the alleyways, their sixteen stalked eyes waving frantically as they do so. Four-Legged hairy ducks chase after icey cats while stone dogs watch impassively from the rooftops. It's an insane place, the imposing black skyscrapers and cobbled black roads are vaguely frightening, even on the main street. The trees all seem to have a slightly yellowing tone to their leaves. (That's what you get for being so close to Everfall forest) And the purple sky swirls ominously. The grey-ish-lilac clouds seem to be getting darker by the minute-- threatening rain.
It better not be blue again, you had enough of the blue rain rain last week. It soaked your clothes and soaked your skin, turning you an unhealthy blue-ish shade. Let's hope the rain when it falls today is a slightly better colour. Green would go lovely with your eyes.
Upon turning the corner your breath is taken away. Here lies the only library in The City of Inkling, for it is the painted city that holds most of the books. It's old and decrepit, but it still holds the beauty it did in it's youth. Large spires of twisting black stone and exquisite sculptures frame the large building, but it isn't that which takes your breath away. It's the great blue glass done which sits atop the black stone library. Pushing open the door, the smell of dust and old books hit you suddenly, despite making you cough, it's not entirely unpleasant. Books upon books like the walls, leaving little room for windows. Books lay in piles on the floor even the large wooden tables and dust covered arm chairs are filled with books of one kind or another. While some make sense, others appear to be just nonsense. In some of the books the words aren't even there at all, just blank spaces and the odd comma or number. If only you understood the secret of those books which baffled you, it might shed some light on why the place was empty... Still, atleast you had the roosting bat-owls to keep you company while you read...
(Please don't post here. ^w^)
It better not be blue again, you had enough of the blue rain rain last week. It soaked your clothes and soaked your skin, turning you an unhealthy blue-ish shade. Let's hope the rain when it falls today is a slightly better colour. Green would go lovely with your eyes.
Upon turning the corner your breath is taken away. Here lies the only library in The City of Inkling, for it is the painted city that holds most of the books. It's old and decrepit, but it still holds the beauty it did in it's youth. Large spires of twisting black stone and exquisite sculptures frame the large building, but it isn't that which takes your breath away. It's the great blue glass done which sits atop the black stone library. Pushing open the door, the smell of dust and old books hit you suddenly, despite making you cough, it's not entirely unpleasant. Books upon books like the walls, leaving little room for windows. Books lay in piles on the floor even the large wooden tables and dust covered arm chairs are filled with books of one kind or another. While some make sense, others appear to be just nonsense. In some of the books the words aren't even there at all, just blank spaces and the odd comma or number. If only you understood the secret of those books which baffled you, it might shed some light on why the place was empty... Still, atleast you had the roosting bat-owls to keep you company while you read...
(Please don't post here. ^w^)
