Post by Melanitia on Jul 10, 2004 20:47:03 GMT -5
*She stopped a moemnt to catch her breath as she looked upon the place known as Windstorm. She shook her head lightly, Auburn hair falling down over her worn travelling suit, light brown and grey in shades. Her pointed ears stuck out easily from her waist length hair as she sighed. Why He thought this place of rock well enough to defend, she did not know. It was not her place to question, merely deliver a message. They were on land that was not their by any right, truely, it made little sense to her.
Jogging from the edge of the woods to this places gate, her lithe form moved with easy grace and light step. It was a gift of her birth, all those of the Elven folk were blessed with such steps. Coming to a halt at the gates, she cleared her throat and called in a melodic, yet commanding voice to the guards present.*
"I seek Lord Lucien Moonmist, Sion of Arendia. I have a message for him!"
*she waited for their reply. These were tense times, and such manners were demanded upon, regardless of welcome hearth or nae*
Jogging from the edge of the woods to this places gate, her lithe form moved with easy grace and light step. It was a gift of her birth, all those of the Elven folk were blessed with such steps. Coming to a halt at the gates, she cleared her throat and called in a melodic, yet commanding voice to the guards present.*
"I seek Lord Lucien Moonmist, Sion of Arendia. I have a message for him!"
*she waited for their reply. These were tense times, and such manners were demanded upon, regardless of welcome hearth or nae*
