Post by Lilly de Winter on Jan 11, 2006 10:02:16 GMT -5
The rocking motion of the train lulled Lilly’s mind, as she sat in the long seat of the train, her legs stretched out on the wide seat. The book she had been reading lay temporarily forgotten on her lap. “ Know thyself presume not God to scan the proper study of man is man ” Pope was her favourite writer and she never got tired re-reading his “Essay on Man,” his was the only moral teaching she could stomach.
She snapped the book shut as the train hissed to a halt; she looked up as a few of the people disembarked the train. Leaving her alone in the compartment, a voice rang out over the tanoy “Next stop Westchester end of the line, next stop Westchester.” Leapshín mewed in the carrier by her feet, “I’ll let you out later baby, try and get some rest” she cooed back, and the cat fell silent in it’s case.
Lilly put the book in her bag and making sure she was alone, she slipped of her shoes and crossed her legs on the seat in a lotus position.
She slowed her breathing, and she felt her mind rise up out of her body. “Good Morning Mothers” she said inwardly, and a chorus of five voices answered her “Good Morning Child.”
“I’m almost there mothers”
“We are pleased child” Lilly opened her inner eye and looked at the five forms arrayed round her. A young maiden with long blond hair, a large black cat, a crone wizen and bent, a kindly looking grandmother, and a primitive looking matriarch with a staff of twisted oak. Each woman had an eye in the middle of her forehead surrounded by a star.
“Why must I go here?” she asked
“There is a reason for everything child” they said their five voices sounding as one in her ears. “You must come too now child, the time has come”
Lilly broke free of the meditation and opened her eyes, as the train came to a halt once more. “Westchester” the voice announced, and she lifted her backpack, duffle, and Leapshín’s case and disembarked.
Outside the station, she went to hail a cab, but there were none to be had, she needed to save her money anyway. The train fare had cost her most off the money Mom Casey had sent her. She pulled the scrap of paper from her pocket; it was a napkin from a cheap dinner she had eaten in along the highway. On the other side she had scrawled in red ink
[align=center] “The Xavier institute for the gifted –Westchester” [/align]
She checked the address against the street sign, and the name against the shiny brass plate that adorned the front wall, “This is the place” she thought and pressed the buzzer on the intercom, “Eh hi, My names Lilly De Winter I was wondering if there was someone I could talk to?”
She snapped the book shut as the train hissed to a halt; she looked up as a few of the people disembarked the train. Leaving her alone in the compartment, a voice rang out over the tanoy “Next stop Westchester end of the line, next stop Westchester.” Leapshín mewed in the carrier by her feet, “I’ll let you out later baby, try and get some rest” she cooed back, and the cat fell silent in it’s case.
Lilly put the book in her bag and making sure she was alone, she slipped of her shoes and crossed her legs on the seat in a lotus position.
She slowed her breathing, and she felt her mind rise up out of her body. “Good Morning Mothers” she said inwardly, and a chorus of five voices answered her “Good Morning Child.”
“I’m almost there mothers”
“We are pleased child” Lilly opened her inner eye and looked at the five forms arrayed round her. A young maiden with long blond hair, a large black cat, a crone wizen and bent, a kindly looking grandmother, and a primitive looking matriarch with a staff of twisted oak. Each woman had an eye in the middle of her forehead surrounded by a star.
“Why must I go here?” she asked
“There is a reason for everything child” they said their five voices sounding as one in her ears. “You must come too now child, the time has come”
Lilly broke free of the meditation and opened her eyes, as the train came to a halt once more. “Westchester” the voice announced, and she lifted her backpack, duffle, and Leapshín’s case and disembarked.
Outside the station, she went to hail a cab, but there were none to be had, she needed to save her money anyway. The train fare had cost her most off the money Mom Casey had sent her. She pulled the scrap of paper from her pocket; it was a napkin from a cheap dinner she had eaten in along the highway. On the other side she had scrawled in red ink
[align=center] “The Xavier institute for the gifted –Westchester” [/align]
She checked the address against the street sign, and the name against the shiny brass plate that adorned the front wall, “This is the place” she thought and pressed the buzzer on the intercom, “Eh hi, My names Lilly De Winter I was wondering if there was someone I could talk to?”