Musings
Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 10:03 pm
A tall, graceful male form stands on the edge of the dock at Vanima.
Closer, he has shoulder-length dark brown hair framing a beautiful, almost feminine face. He has the high cheekbones and tipped ears of an elf, and shares as well the thoughtful, yet burdened look in his deep, moss-colored eyes.
No one could know what his thoughts are as he slowly picks apart a jewel-white blossom, dropping the petals one by one into the sea.
No one could know why a tears traces down his face as he does this.
Closer, he has shoulder-length dark brown hair framing a beautiful, almost feminine face. He has the high cheekbones and tipped ears of an elf, and shares as well the thoughtful, yet burdened look in his deep, moss-colored eyes.
No one could know what his thoughts are as he slowly picks apart a jewel-white blossom, dropping the petals one by one into the sea.
No one could know why a tears traces down his face as he does this.