Okay so there’s this little thing I had floating around in my head for a while. I wanted to practice descriptive writing, so here we are.
Tall, lush blades of grass whistled in a gentle breeze on a warm, summer day. Huge trees with inviting leaves and thick trunks rested in a circle around the glade, content to watch and listen to the sound of children playing in the distance, to the sound of gentle waves singing a duet with the rocks. Sitting in the glade, on a small circle of air, hand on her chin, was Master Jinora.
When she had first arrived in the glade, she had sat for hours, watching the trees, the animals, the shrubs, even as they watched her. She played with the gentle inhabitants and listened to the song of the sky that was the air around her. Eventually, she had sat down in the very center of the glade, cracked open her book, and began to read. It was a thrilling tale, of dragons and love and war, but in the end, all roads led to peace, to the quiet that permeated the very air where Jinora was breathing.
When she was done, she shut the book and gazed at it as a lover would their love, got up, stretched her limbs, and silently bade farewell to the trees around her, gazing in wonder at the fire that now painted the sky as the sun, too, said farewell.