Post by Talvi on Dec 13, 2011 21:26:15 GMT -5
A cold front entered the icy cabin as the chilly Winter breeze swept in. Of course, you could never tell the season around and inside the little house. It was always freezing and windy. The norm was that everyone was to stay away from Children Of Boreas. Of course, their wind is worse then their bite.
These were the words Talvi Tuulahdus Risencripter heard on her entrance of the cabin. The Finnish eighteen year old never cared. She cared about very little things. For instance, tell her the most juiciest secret at camp and she will flick it off her shoulder. She did not, as American teenagers said, chillax much. She was more of that quiet wind. She was not violent, nor loud. She was that loner every place had. The one who was off to herself, not giving a thought about the world. She seemed to be in her on little world and everyone else was stuck in reality.
As Talvi stood in the frame of the icy door, the cold wind blew back her orange hair witch was very uncommon for the daughter of winter. Her eyes were dark and emotionless. She never lets you see her cry. She never lets you see her smile. You could not know she was human by her emotionless. She pulled her chilly black wool coat that was specked with white snowflakes around her. She stood silently, whispering words to herself. "Sinun Faires tulee. Talvi, et saa olla imatated mennessä uusia ihmisiä. Tulet kotiin Suomeen ennen kuin huomaatkaan." Witch, would be properally be translated into, '"You will Faires. Talvi, you may not be imatated by new people. You will be home to Finland and before you know it."' She silently went to a bed, silently waiting for her English fairies to come. True and Hope. Her fairies from Finland promised that English Fairies would be here to help her on the way.
"Tämä on koti, Talvi. Tämä on koti."
"This is home, Talvi. This is home.
These were the words Talvi Tuulahdus Risencripter heard on her entrance of the cabin. The Finnish eighteen year old never cared. She cared about very little things. For instance, tell her the most juiciest secret at camp and she will flick it off her shoulder. She did not, as American teenagers said, chillax much. She was more of that quiet wind. She was not violent, nor loud. She was that loner every place had. The one who was off to herself, not giving a thought about the world. She seemed to be in her on little world and everyone else was stuck in reality.
As Talvi stood in the frame of the icy door, the cold wind blew back her orange hair witch was very uncommon for the daughter of winter. Her eyes were dark and emotionless. She never lets you see her cry. She never lets you see her smile. You could not know she was human by her emotionless. She pulled her chilly black wool coat that was specked with white snowflakes around her. She stood silently, whispering words to herself. "Sinun Faires tulee. Talvi, et saa olla imatated mennessä uusia ihmisiä. Tulet kotiin Suomeen ennen kuin huomaatkaan." Witch, would be properally be translated into, '"You will Faires. Talvi, you may not be imatated by new people. You will be home to Finland and before you know it."' She silently went to a bed, silently waiting for her English fairies to come. True and Hope. Her fairies from Finland promised that English Fairies would be here to help her on the way.
"Tämä on koti, Talvi. Tämä on koti."
"This is home, Talvi. This is home.
