Post by Admin on Aug 24, 2020 2:44:10 GMT
Reunion (back thread year 3)(unfinished)(Staff Office, Professor Wei's Office, 2012)
The air was warm and damp, and the sky lightly glowing before the sun’s beautiful rays gleamed across the eastern sky. Zhilan was ready for another year as charms teacher. The fear of coming to England and being forced to make new friends amongst the strange western peoples was gone. Her former life in China was only a reflection seen as clearly as her own face in a mirror. She vowed to hold that existence dear to her heart as well as all she ever believed and stood for.
Her Tibetan heritage and upbringing would always guide her path as if her lama walked each step with her. She had made new friends and joined an order of protectors that she hoped might give her some peace and direction. So far Zhilan had an open mind and heart for her new home.
She climbed the stairs toward her office and realized that she was gliding with each step. Was she in that good of a mood? It had been a long summer and the return of the students and the bustling hallways had really ignited her inner child.
Her keys flowed through her fingertips and until the right one landed on the tip and she easily slid it into the lock and opened the door. Her large office, compared to the one she had in China, was pitch black due to the curtain being pulled shut. Zhilan never closed the curtain. She tilted her head and placed her things on the marble desk besides a trinket given to her by her former lover.
The door slid shut behind her sending a chill up her spine that prickled the tight bun at the back of her head. Zhilan spun around and gasped, nearly falling on her desk before strong hands grasped her arms steadying her.
“Fai” Zhilan uttered in a quivering squeak.
The air was warm and damp, and the sky lightly glowing before the sun’s beautiful rays gleamed across the eastern sky. Zhilan was ready for another year as charms teacher. The fear of coming to England and being forced to make new friends amongst the strange western peoples was gone. Her former life in China was only a reflection seen as clearly as her own face in a mirror. She vowed to hold that existence dear to her heart as well as all she ever believed and stood for.
Her Tibetan heritage and upbringing would always guide her path as if her lama walked each step with her. She had made new friends and joined an order of protectors that she hoped might give her some peace and direction. So far Zhilan had an open mind and heart for her new home.
She climbed the stairs toward her office and realized that she was gliding with each step. Was she in that good of a mood? It had been a long summer and the return of the students and the bustling hallways had really ignited her inner child.
Her keys flowed through her fingertips and until the right one landed on the tip and she easily slid it into the lock and opened the door. Her large office, compared to the one she had in China, was pitch black due to the curtain being pulled shut. Zhilan never closed the curtain. She tilted her head and placed her things on the marble desk besides a trinket given to her by her former lover.
The door slid shut behind her sending a chill up her spine that prickled the tight bun at the back of her head. Zhilan spun around and gasped, nearly falling on her desk before strong hands grasped her arms steadying her.
“Fai” Zhilan uttered in a quivering squeak.