A Subconscious Rendering.

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Date: 12/29/97 7:09 PM Pacific Daylight Time
From: EleMcBride


((This is just a little 'subconscious rendering' of Elle's. It could parallel an elemental aspect in her life, but who is to decide it to the exact..? It was never meant to be an action-packed thriller, rather a slow-moving description. If you choose to read on, enjoy. ~ Ellen.)) The lake was still. Serene. The calm, darkened waters shimmered under the steady coaxing of the above moon. There was a rock. A single, smooth poundstone escaping the murky depths. The cool surface desolate and lonely amongst the toned exterior of the water. Smoothly protruding, the solitary rock seemed a haven in which to withdrawal. It was on this rock, Elle sat. She was unclothed as she crouched atop her perch of the rock, yet didn't seem to mind. Her fair complected skin and vibrant red curls remained untouched by the silken fingers of water around her. The emerald core of her eyes was the only illumination about, casting off an odd shine as she peered into the shower of mist surrounding, senses vigilant. She couldn't tell the exact distance covered by this eerie lake.. the mist blanketed all hopes of an answer. She leaned forward, staring intently, as if that would frighten the covering away. Satisfied that she would not be seeing the lay around her, Elle slowly settled her back side against the smooth surface of the rock. One knee drew up to her chest, arms draping about it in a delicate cradle. The other tanned leg extended, toes pointed, poisedabove the water. She swept her foot back and forth, just preceding the surface before dipping it to submersion, emerald eyes clenched shut in preparation of a shockingly temperate liquid. Lashes fluttered as her toes broke the surface tension of the pool. She didn't feel a thing. Upon lowering the rest of her foot into the lake, she detected only air from what should have been water. Air upon air, the illusion presented by the appearance of the vast pond. A bit unnerved from her discovery, she withdrew her appendage from the water, also drawing the knee up to join in the hug. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, unnoticed droplets of water gliding down her foot and back into the confines of the lake as she settled her gaze into the distance, into the mist. She knew the boat would come. A knot of anticipation curled within her stomach. Knowing why, but at the same time not. A soft gasp escaped her as the water in the fair distance glimmered. The surface broke long before the tiny vessel was evident. Liquid rippled outward, seemingly in a frenzy to escape the oncoming. Emanating from the spirited shadows, a small watercraft pulled into view. It was formed of a darkened wood, almost makeshift in comparison to the even simplest of crafts. A wide back, canoeing to a soft point at the front made this apparatus appear friendly, almost charmingly calming. Yet, as her gaze navigated to further inspection, an unmanning feeling bore over. He was swathed in a long, raven black robe, dragging the flooring of the wooden boat in a desperate attempt to elevate itself. A hood crowned the top of his head, sagging around his features and shielding them from the brash lighting of the moon, hiding them from recognition. A pale, sculpted nose extended from the darkness, and upon peering, a garnet illumination from the eyespots. Elle shifted her weight forward as the boat approached, red curls tumbling recklessly over her shoulders, in way of her finely tuned features. The boat drew ever closer, almost in route for her support, effortlessly floating over the glossy surface of the water. She called out, yet the words were foreign to her. No reaction was yielded from the cloaked one. He pressed on, silent as the night surrounding them, face beneath the hood stony, expressionless. The stark, red-haired female watched on with a feeling of mistaken awe, masking her true fear. The craft crossed by her lookout swiftly, its smooth motions a cover for the actual speed. Water gently crested and rushed up on the solitary rock, scathing her toes and ankles in a smooth furrow. The wooden boat lithely slid into the mist, disappearing from sight quick as it had come. Elle was left alone once more.