It was beneath the light of the full moon that the figure descended from the sky. She fell in slow motion, practically floating down towards the waters of the glen. It was as if she were a sleeping child by the way she nestled into the water sinking in as if it were an extra soft mattress. She didn't stir, even as the seemingly gelatinous surface tickled her cheeks and wet her hair against them. In every sense of the word, she was dead. Her heart didn't beat; she drew no breath and yet didn't sink into the depths of the lake. White cloth bobbed and trembled with the meager current of the lake, stretching and shrinking with every pull and push. Rangy, long limbs bumped against her body at the water's will.
The night was alive with creatures, aquatic and otherwise. Insects sang songs while fireflies seemed to work in tandem with the lights. Fish curiously nipped at her underside, brushing dead fingertips and collecting around the still anomaly. A frog soaked in the dip of her abdomen trying to keep the tune of the insects, possibly lure them in for a quick snack. And there she was playing the boat dancing in the current.
The corpse would float there for hours, well past the moon's nightly allowance, well into the blackest hour.
It was until the sun tickled her pale white flesh that anything really changed. Her soft features became more visible, mysterious eyes tucked behind lid and too long lash. She wore a flowing white dress with bare toes sticking out from beneath the dampened hem. Runa? It was a sharp, lyrical hiss against deaf ears. The cadaver's fingers twitched lightly stirring a meager amount of water. Runa. More stern this time around, causing eyelids to violently twitch. Runa! Wake up!
Jade eyes snapped open.
The night was alive with creatures, aquatic and otherwise. Insects sang songs while fireflies seemed to work in tandem with the lights. Fish curiously nipped at her underside, brushing dead fingertips and collecting around the still anomaly. A frog soaked in the dip of her abdomen trying to keep the tune of the insects, possibly lure them in for a quick snack. And there she was playing the boat dancing in the current.
The corpse would float there for hours, well past the moon's nightly allowance, well into the blackest hour.
It was until the sun tickled her pale white flesh that anything really changed. Her soft features became more visible, mysterious eyes tucked behind lid and too long lash. She wore a flowing white dress with bare toes sticking out from beneath the dampened hem. Runa? It was a sharp, lyrical hiss against deaf ears. The cadaver's fingers twitched lightly stirring a meager amount of water. Runa. More stern this time around, causing eyelids to violently twitch. Runa! Wake up!
Jade eyes snapped open.