Post by Rider of David Bezal on Dec 2, 2014 21:28:56 GMT
Of all the areas on campus, it should come as little surprise that the pool was one that Rider held a great deal of interest in visiting. Whether for actual swimming or simply lying out in the sun, the excuse to wear a bathing suit was too much of a temptation for her. Not that she actually owned one as of yet. Though perhaps given her usual disposition this was not a big problem.
But neither of those options were available now. With the rapidly cooling temperature and the water in the pool frozen over, a leisurely swim or suntanning no longer seemed to be in the prospects. And thus far there was no apparent solution to the problem.
So why, now denied an opportunity to show skin, was Rider smiling?
The answer was simple: she absolutely loved winter.
All the way from the main building, Rider skipped and twirled across the otherwise deserted field in simple joy. Her movements kicked up snow from the ground, causing white flakes to trail in the air behind her. In a motion known to children playing in the snow everywhere, she reached down to grab a handful of the powder that covered the ground and threw it upward. Though by no means protected from the elements, Rider was still a Servant, albeit not a very conventional one, and so showed no signs of discomfort as the flakes fell around and on her. She weaved around the field, her black clad form going this way and that against a backdrop of white, and if someone watched her for only a moment they would assume there was no pattern to her movements. However, over the course of some minutes, an observer would have noticed that while never in a direct fashion, Rider was indeed slowly but surely making her way to a destination.
She arrived to find the pool deserted. Given its original purpose, this was not surprising. Unfortunately, it appeared that no one had yet thought to repurpose it before she had arrived. At least, it did not appear so: the icy surface of the pool, while uneven, appeared unscratched, and certainly nothing approximating ice skates was present yet. This did not pose a problem for Rider as she stepped out onto the ice: her nearly supernatural poise that kept her upright while wearing her heels in just about any other situation did not fail her now, and she stood without even a hint of wobbling.
Her stability did not falter as she began to move, putting her weight on her toes to that the drag of her heels would not slow her. Unlike her movements in the snow, there was no twirling or spinning, no attempts to display any sort of skill. Rather, Rider appeared almost meditative in her movements, calm and collected. With her eyes closed and a gentle smile on her features, she seemed content, as though even if warmth never returned to the world she would be happy.
But neither of those options were available now. With the rapidly cooling temperature and the water in the pool frozen over, a leisurely swim or suntanning no longer seemed to be in the prospects. And thus far there was no apparent solution to the problem.
So why, now denied an opportunity to show skin, was Rider smiling?
The answer was simple: she absolutely loved winter.
All the way from the main building, Rider skipped and twirled across the otherwise deserted field in simple joy. Her movements kicked up snow from the ground, causing white flakes to trail in the air behind her. In a motion known to children playing in the snow everywhere, she reached down to grab a handful of the powder that covered the ground and threw it upward. Though by no means protected from the elements, Rider was still a Servant, albeit not a very conventional one, and so showed no signs of discomfort as the flakes fell around and on her. She weaved around the field, her black clad form going this way and that against a backdrop of white, and if someone watched her for only a moment they would assume there was no pattern to her movements. However, over the course of some minutes, an observer would have noticed that while never in a direct fashion, Rider was indeed slowly but surely making her way to a destination.
She arrived to find the pool deserted. Given its original purpose, this was not surprising. Unfortunately, it appeared that no one had yet thought to repurpose it before she had arrived. At least, it did not appear so: the icy surface of the pool, while uneven, appeared unscratched, and certainly nothing approximating ice skates was present yet. This did not pose a problem for Rider as she stepped out onto the ice: her nearly supernatural poise that kept her upright while wearing her heels in just about any other situation did not fail her now, and she stood without even a hint of wobbling.
Her stability did not falter as she began to move, putting her weight on her toes to that the drag of her heels would not slow her. Unlike her movements in the snow, there was no twirling or spinning, no attempts to display any sort of skill. Rather, Rider appeared almost meditative in her movements, calm and collected. With her eyes closed and a gentle smile on her features, she seemed content, as though even if warmth never returned to the world she would be happy.