Rustles

Near yonder narrow road stands an old knight's castle; thick ivy creeps over the old ruined walls, leaf over leaf, even to the balcony, in which stands a beautiful maiden. She bends over the balustrades, and looks up the road. No rose on its stem is fresher than she; no apple-blossom, wafted by the wind, floats more lightly than she moves. Her rich silk rustles as she bends over and exclaims, 'Will he not come?'

Source: tatoeba (3753076)

While Pseudo and Co. wage their war on the new site, I've been happily posting here, and reaping a few green orbs for it. During the times that I didn't get green orbs, for example on short comments that I never wanted to get rated anyway, I chose to stay quiet about it, but not because I want to show that I'm emotionally strong, or the bigger man, or anything. Of course I get upset about it. I like green! Their cyan-and-lower ratings not only bring down my average, but also look ugly on my green-themed posts. Basically, it rustles my jimmies more than a little bit. Before, as some of you know, I might have started to complain because I didn't want my comments to get downrated for something trivial. Yet now I choose not to reply because I know that what I have to say will likely be met with hostility, based on my experience with Fig Hunters.

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I love the feeling I get when the wind rustles between the trees and tenderly stirs all around me.

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Not even rustles are heard in the garden. Everything here froze until morning.

Source: tatoeba (9024688)