Beka and Rosto Themes

Sun:

She could always remember that first morning, when she'd woken and found his hair splayed across the pillow, the sun hitting the strands and turning them a pale gold.

Moon:

There was something about her eyes that reminded Rosto of his home. The moon casting it's pale light on a snow-laden landscape. That was the exact color of her eyes. Creepy at first, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Clouds

Every time clouds came in from the west, Rosto stayed inside, surrounded by rushers. Beka was the only one who ever knew why. He hated the storms that blew in from Port Caynn.

Storms:

When the rain heavy clouds broke over the city, she'd lean against his side, and sing in his ear, and he'd hold her hand, to make sure she was really there.

Thunder

It was probably the only thing that could make her jump, and it made him laugh. She knew it was coming, but she jumped anyway. And his laugh was a velvet rumble that calmed her down.

Lightning

It was the color of his skin. A brief flash of blaring white, she could always see it in the corner of her eye.

Star

They'd been stargazing from the roof of the Inn when he'd asked, "Where do you think Pounce's constellation usually is?"

Water

It was their element. He avoided it; her eyes reminded him of it; and he couldn't stay away.

Fire

The firelight changed the look in her eyes. The blue was almost purple, and that made Rosto shiver more than he usually did: who'd think there could be TWO beings around with purple eyes.

Snow

It was his second winter in Tortall, and he walked around in a plain shirt—because he wasn't cold. Then she pushed him into the snow, soaking him to the skin. After which, he wore a coat.

Ice

Her eyes were like pools of ice. He came from a world of snow and ice. Naturally, they were meant to be together.

Dirt

He liked to watch when she went to go see her dustspinners. They'd whirl around her, and she'd look so at ease. She looked so comfortable, so powerful. But the dirt he could do without.

Jewel

She'd walked into the Inn and found him handling a jewel the size of an eyeball. She'd turned and left, giving him time to stash it. That night, she found it under her pillow.

Warmth

She was the warmth that melted the ice off his heart.

This is the first time i've done one of these. I can write 6 pages easily, but these little theme thingy's were always hard for me. But i love to read them, they always make me sigh. So i figured i'd give it a try. How'd i do?

Lady Wolf