"It's like the forests in England," Annette said as the evening air caressed her bare shoulders.Orpheus stopped playing his munniharppu for a moment. "What is? The breeze?"
Annette nodded, smiling, drifting into memory. A pleasant rush of wind tickled her ears. If she quieted her breath and strained her ears, she could almost make out the humming of the trees. They were calling to her, inviting her to sink deep into the rich loam and rekindle her kinship with the organic and untamed. The aroma of gardenias filled her with yearning—wild and innocent, unmarred by human hands.
A long, slow breath escaped her lips; she would diminish, relinquish the dreams of becoming a woodland nymph. The streets, too, pulsed with life.
Annette laughed, linked arms with Orpheus, and strolled toward the night club, nestled close to his warm cardigan. "Play a song for me, Orpheus. You promised to teach me how."
He lifted the harp to his lips, playing along with the synthesized melody spilling from the club. "Sometime maybe. Tonight, just listen to the sounds of the city. It's a good night to be alive."
5 comments:
"she would diminish, relinquish the dreams of becoming a woodland nymph"
hey... is that secretly a LOTR reference?
More or less, yes. And I like how we're the only ones commenting so far.
I would call that -scarcely- a LOTR reference. Thrifting two or three words shouldn't make something a reference. But I thought I'd make you guys feel better and comment, however critically.
I wouldn't expect anything less from you. *grin*
But it was an intentional parallel, so yes, it does count as a reference. But thrifting words is always a plus, no matter how strong or weak the allusion. mm . . . now I want to go to the thrift store.
it was actually the comma that gave it away to me.. so be nice, jennest.
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