Post by Timo Väinämöinen on May 22, 2011 13:10:14 GMT
((I'll just record all of Timo's memories that don't turn up in any of my RPs here. ^^ First off, his first memory!))
Timo had always loved the snow. He loved the weight of it and the way it crunched under his feet. He loved playing in it, and he loved listening to others play in it. But most of all what he loved was the scent of it, the cool, metallic taste in the air, and that was what he remembered most of all from his dream. He might have expected to be pleased, to be enjoying the snow, but his body felt worn and heavy, like he had been walking a long time. It didn’t help that in the dream he was young and small, and dressed in old-fashioned furs to keep him warm. The snow had dampened them down and they were heavy and smelt, but they were at least keeping the cold out.
He wasn’t entirely sure where he was heading. He knew he was trying to find people, and he could sense them, almost as though they were a part of him, but he didn’t know the best place to find them. The landscape around him was just mile after mile of mountainous forest, all covered in the same pristine, white snow, and all looking exactly the same. They could be behind that hill to the left of him and he would never know. So he just trudged on, a lone figure in the wilderness, leaving a trail of small footprints behind him.
With all of the fur trees and all of the snow, Timo had assumed that it was winter, so he was surprised when the trees opened out onto a clearing full of lily of the valleys. The delicate scent of the flowers filled his nose, and Timo couldn’t help but smile. Crouching down, he pushed the snow away from the delicate plants, not wanting them to freeze, and took the opportunity to get a better look at them.
When he woke, the smell of home, of snow and of lily of the valleys, was still heavy in his mind, and he spent the day with an even brighter smile than usual.
Timo had always loved the snow. He loved the weight of it and the way it crunched under his feet. He loved playing in it, and he loved listening to others play in it. But most of all what he loved was the scent of it, the cool, metallic taste in the air, and that was what he remembered most of all from his dream. He might have expected to be pleased, to be enjoying the snow, but his body felt worn and heavy, like he had been walking a long time. It didn’t help that in the dream he was young and small, and dressed in old-fashioned furs to keep him warm. The snow had dampened them down and they were heavy and smelt, but they were at least keeping the cold out.
He wasn’t entirely sure where he was heading. He knew he was trying to find people, and he could sense them, almost as though they were a part of him, but he didn’t know the best place to find them. The landscape around him was just mile after mile of mountainous forest, all covered in the same pristine, white snow, and all looking exactly the same. They could be behind that hill to the left of him and he would never know. So he just trudged on, a lone figure in the wilderness, leaving a trail of small footprints behind him.
With all of the fur trees and all of the snow, Timo had assumed that it was winter, so he was surprised when the trees opened out onto a clearing full of lily of the valleys. The delicate scent of the flowers filled his nose, and Timo couldn’t help but smile. Crouching down, he pushed the snow away from the delicate plants, not wanting them to freeze, and took the opportunity to get a better look at them.
When he woke, the smell of home, of snow and of lily of the valleys, was still heavy in his mind, and he spent the day with an even brighter smile than usual.