Yerik Rhys Price
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 830
- OOC First Name
- Mintzy
- Wand
- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4 Essence of Silver Thistle
- Age
- 1/2017
A whistle in the tune of Young Folks escaped his red lips. The grass under his feet made a little crisp noise. It had become dry and fresh Spring's cutting wind started to come up. But soon enough the grass would be granted some flowers. Spring would throw a nice thick blanket of colorful flowers over it, giving the plants to bloom. The seasons made nature awake around this time of the year. The Ravenclaw. however was as alive as could be.The whistle stopped and got replaced by a little laugh. The cool wind blew in his back, making the locks of dark brown hair tickle his cheeks that were blushing from the warmth. It was obvious he needed a new haircut. Colours of blue and silver were swirling past him as his scarf lingered along. It made him stop dead in his tracks for a moment, giving his eyes the opportunity to enjoy the sight in front of him. A watercolour painting, mixing green, brown, orange and red together. The sun was setting.
He couldn't keep all that energy inside. His body felt like a stove in this weather with a feeling of warmth radiating from deep down. The colours around him got blurred and mixed together as the pureblood started spinning around. His arms were spread out wide as far as possible and his face pointed towards the redding sky. Yerik Rhys had learned that closing your eyes made you feel less dizzy. This was the place he had to be, though the ground felt even more chilly than the air above it. Yerik blew a leaf away that had found its way to his mouth. It didn't taste that well. Yerik closed his eyes again. Why wouldn't he just stay here? Falling asleep in the pile of leaves and just forget the world.
He couldn't keep all that energy inside. His body felt like a stove in this weather with a feeling of warmth radiating from deep down. The colours around him got blurred and mixed together as the pureblood started spinning around. His arms were spread out wide as far as possible and his face pointed towards the redding sky. Yerik Rhys had learned that closing your eyes made you feel less dizzy. This was the place he had to be, though the ground felt even more chilly than the air above it. Yerik blew a leaf away that had found its way to his mouth. It didn't taste that well. Yerik closed his eyes again. Why wouldn't he just stay here? Falling asleep in the pile of leaves and just forget the world.