Sunday, February 1, 2015

Last Remnants of a Tattered Page

Frail as Your Breath on a Cold Morning

There is barely a scrap of paper left in A Tattered Page, but the fire was lovely and warming.

Icy Rime of Winter on the Brittle Sedge
"He did not turn. He felt a cold wind blowing. He was afraid to turn. He felt something in the seat behind him, something as frail as your breath on a cold morning, something as blue as hickory-wood smoke at twilight, something like old white lace, something like a snowfall, something like the icy rime of winter on the brittle sedge. There was a sound as of a thin pane of glass broken – laughter. Then silence. He turned.

The young woman sat at the tiller bench quietly. Her wrists were thin as icicles, her eyes as clear as the moons and as large. Steady and white. The wind blew at her and, like an image on cold water, she rippled, silk standing out from her frail body in tatters of blue rain.

'Go back,' she said."
The Off Season in The Martian Chronicles
by Ray Bradbury

Blue as Hickory-wood Smoke at Twilight


Credits: 

Skin: Fallen Gods, Mrs. K (A Tattered Page)
Sparkles: Folly, Rainbow Sheen
Hair: Wasabi Pills, Sibel (Uber)
Crown: {Cherry}, Alura Fairy Crown
Ears: .:Soul:., High Elf
Eyes: .:Soul:., RooMee
Eyelashes 1: SLink, Mesh Lashes
Eyelashes 2: Flugeln Brise, 05-A
Wings: Deviance, Sidhe
Hands and Feet: SLink, Rigged Mesh Hands and Feet
Nails: Fallen Gods, Mrs. K
Outfit: Spyralle, Tatters of Blue Rain (A Tattered Page)
Shoes: Bliensen + MaiTai, Kosmonaut Boots (A Tattered Page)

Pose: !bang

Location: A Tattered Page
Light Settings: Phototools, Build 005 Light
Water Settings: Mirror Water

Photographed by Deoridhe Quandry
Post processing: Cropping

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